I took the 6:30 a.m. train, an hour earlier than my normal train. A tall, middle-aged man in a large brown jacket got on the train. He reached down in front of me under the seat, grabbed a filthy, stepped-on newspaper off the floor, and sat down behind me. Gross, yes, but I figure that he's just really eager to read the morning paper. Wrong.
He begins tearing up the newspaper piece by piece. He then starts hocking up lougies and spitting them into the pieces of newspaper. I have no idea what he did with those used pieces of newspaper, and I don't want to. I am glad that those lougies didn't wind up on the back of my head.
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