He kept a pretty good handle on it. Let's just say he wasn't all there. And I have a nasty sprained ankle that makes standing during the ridiculous brake slamming really difficult.
A few weeks ago I got on the train to find a man with a giant (empty) rabbit cage taking up most of the penalty box. I'm grateful it was empty. This morning though, I ended up sitting next to a man with a full double gulp of soda. With no lid. I spent the whole ride afraid I was going to work covered in coke.
This is exactly why I never ever ride in the seat next to the window, metro etiquette be damned. I will gladly get up and let you sit next to the window, and even offer if I'm in that situation, but there's no way in hell I'm going to let myself be trapped in a seat.
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Heather B 
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