Grossness: On a crowded train, a young man sitting next to me started clipping his fingernails. Little bits went all over the place including on the lap of yours truly. I quickly flicked the nail off and gave the man a disgusted look. He apologized. And continued clipping.
Now that got me thinking... If the train is 44 years old, how many nail clippings have accumulated? How many crumbs? Pieces of hair? Germs? Are there 1970s germs on me? Sometimes it is best to just ignore and block-out the gross shit (including the guy clipping his nails onto the floor) or else you will go mad and be unable to take public transportation.
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