That awkward moment when you pull up in your parking spot at the train station in between two vehicles you presume are unoccupied because the train will be coming in a matter of minutes. You grab your stuff from the passenger seat and turn back to the driver side door to get out and realize that the mini van next to you has a half naked woman inside putting on her bra and frantically trying to get her shirt over her head!
Trying to pretend I didn’t just see that, I sneak out of my car and head to the platform. Surprisingly she makes the train and sits near me. She whips out a bottle of nail polish remover and some cotton balls and starts doing her nails. The smell is awful. The smell is even worse when the power to that particular train car isn’t working properly and therefore is not ventilated. Clearly, this woman doesn’t have a second for herself on the home front!