6 HAIRY BELLY /WET HAIRY ASS

Some days you wish you could un-see things. Today is such a day for me. The pleasures of navigating public transit is unparalleled.

First leg of my commute:

I sat on the bus on my way to the subway already feeling a slight annoyance as the driver is late. At  the last stop before the subway the driver picked up a few passengers. I had the disturbing pleasure of coming up close and personal with a hairy belly as a man pushed his way back and his hairy belly dragged on my bag that I had poised in front of me. Thank God for small mercies. I usually put my bag beside me this morning something said, keep it in front of you. As I finished giving thanks for having escaped the man's hairy belly from brushing up against me I was grace with the sight of a man's hairy sweaty ass as he bent over to retrieve a fallen item. I thought, 'really, I didn't need to see that!' Only to experience the horror again when his son dropped something and he again bent over to retrieve it. The only slight reprieve was that I was able to partially avert my eyes.

Second leg on my journey: 

I boarded the semi-packed trained. I made my way down the opposite side of the train hoping to find a seat. I joyfully spotted one but that Joy was short lived as I saw a Caucasian male, early to mid 50s finger combing his long (mid-chest) greasy looking grey and black hair. As he finger combed his hair he deposited the loose strands on the floor in front and beside him. At one point I saw him directly deposit some on the seat I intended to sit as it clung to his fingers, needless to say, I moved on.