But one car was half-empty, and the passengers were all clustered at one end. At the other end of the car, a man was sleeping on one of the bench seats.
It’s not unusual for people to sleep on the trains. I see that every day. But when everyone else on the car makes an effort to avoid their space, it typically means that they are giving off a foul odor.
As I suspected, when the train stopped and the doors opened, a number of passengers with nauseated looks on their faces, rushed onto the platform and dashed over to the next car. Good morning, New York City!
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