In Transit

So every morning I have to change trains downtown. There is a beautiful, brand new platform for me to get off on, stroll the length of and subsequently await the next train on. I like to kill time, so I will usually sit in one of the cars in the back so I can walk the whole length of the platform.
The other day, in doing so, I noticed an M/F - You Choose sitting in one of the shelters on the platform. (Sidebar - MF You Choose is a game I play with my sisters, it stands for Male/Femal - You Choose...so for example, if you were to see Johnny Weir walking down the street you might say, MF - You choose. Or the Coach of the Canadian Women's Olympic Gold medal winning hockey team) I couldn't help but notice this MF because it had its finger so far up its nose it was ridiculous. It didn't look homeless, but it also didn't look like it was off to work like the rest of the commuters. I could not get over how shamelessly it was digging around. My mind began to wander...was it digging for a rock of cocaine it had inadvertantly snorted last night? Was there something like a crayon, pea or almond stuck there? Was it hungry!? My stomach lurched at the last thought; it wasn't until I was on the other side of it, looking back the way I came to see if the train was near that I really nearly lost my breakfast. It was blowing its nose in to its bare hands and then shaking the snot off, sending it through the air to land with a loud thwack on the pavement. Vurp inducing, let me tell you!!
As if that wasn't bad enough, it wound up on my train and as we were pulling in to the station asked for everyone's attention. (At this point, I was reasonably sure it was a she, not what I would have guessed initially) She proceeded to ask everyone for money, explaining she wasn't a pan handler but that she got locked out of her house. And she was really hungry. Could we all pitch in so she could get a breakfast sandwich from somewhere? It's only $2 for one. And if she doesn't eat she's going to lose her job. She will certainly almost lose her job if she doesn't start eating breakfast and she would like us to help avoid that.
Some people. I suppose I should mention that she'd gotten up and was about 3/4 of an inch from my face. Unpleasant.

Elsie P

PS - I guess she was looking for money up there in her nasal cavity...