No pants day on the Red Line.

[phesina]

I would not want my private parts that close to the seat where others parts have been very close. Did that make sense?

When I lived in Cambridge, MA, I took the bus just about everywhere. One time this guy got on and sat in the seat opposite me. The whole trip he was coughing and hacking and sneezing and wiping his nose with the back of his hand. Then, about to get off before my stop, he stood up and wiped the back of his hand on the seat. BLEEAAAAAGHHHH!

I wanted to spray down the seat.. maybe the whole bus.. with Lysol. I wondered how many other times this guy, and others in similar shape, ride the same buses I do and leave similar donations behind.

I thought: This is God's way of telling me I should get a car!