How do I describe the way I feel when no one sits next to me on the train? It's not like I'm a jerk - I often hold doors open for strangers and wear that closed-mouth smile while walking through a group of people. It's just... damn, I love having the whole seat to myself! And if I'm lucky enough to score the seat that has no bench in front of it, holy shit heaven.
You see, I'm a large man. Large and tall. The Metro seats are too small for me. My knees always (painfully) press against the seat in front. And if someone sits next to me, forget it - discomfort.
So this morning my commute felt like a high speed Asian train. Why do the good things go so fast? Typically when I'm jammed against the glass, knees afire, the train feels like a creeping wagon train being pulled across rugged terrain by elderly mules. Before I knew it my luxurious commute was over and I had to come back down from out of the clouds.
By the way, I'm reading The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides. For ex-English majors and literature lovers it's a must read. Recommendation made.
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