"Por Favor, no Fumar"

The sound of tracks was adding to my already ferocious headache on a wednesday afternoon at 1:15 p.m. Public transportation was either the most valuable man made invention provided by industrialized America...or the worst. the level four sex offender to my right was burning a hole through my clothes with his horrible stare. As he was lookin I thought, "at least he isn't looking at the precious little girl laughing in her mothers arms directly across from me." Grandpa always told me to look for the silver lining...and that's exactly what I did. Downtown Crossing. The home of "busy" citizens with useless jobs, lonely people with bad habits, and street performers without an ounce of talent. It's hard to tell the scum from the average Joe today. Dogding the puddles of spit and mountains of garbage skattered across the ground I just made it in time to hop onto the orange line train. "Attention all passengers, the next Orange line train to Oak Grove is now approaching.....por favor, no fumar." It's sad how today everyone is afraid of each other. The woman to my left looked...and I looked back, wondering wether or not I should smile. I became awkwardly uncomfortable. If I didn't smile I was rude...and if I did smile well then I was just weird...... I decided to be weird.