Saturday, February 23, 2008
Commute
Crammed together, hanging onto straps for dear life. I hear the muffled beat through headphones around me. Someone sweats and their deodorant doesn't work. Someone else has had a few too many drinks. Snatches of conversation surround me. Some are between real people. We've reached a station. Commuters flow out the door. I can breathe.
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Rush hour sucks!!!!
I´m so glad I can walk to work!
Stinkie armpits are the pits :)
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We barely have public transportation here...
Oh god ... b.o. *shudder*
A classroom with no airconditioning, a hot summer's day topping out at over 40 degrees, the lesson after lunch, and 30 Year 10 students for whom personal hygiene is a mystery... oh the odiferous(?) joy...
You poor thing - sympathies!
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