what the joys of commuting mean to me

Spending ten minutes crammed nose to chest with a six foot, extremely rotund man wearing a cheap leather jacket and a porn 'stache.

Welcome to my new feature, "what the joys of commuting mean to me." I figure, why should I be the only one to experience these things? This way you all can share in the triumphs and tragedies along with me.


maresi said...

mmm. sounds awesome!

Anonymous said...

Could you tell if he used deodorant? plm

Elena said...

Gotta love the stache.

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