Monday, August 06, 2007

80 degree yuck

"Oh, the humidity!"
A hot, humid day is the great equalizer: everybody feels gross. First your bath towel feels like somebody's already used it, your hair doesn't dry after the morning shower, then you go through the day feeling like a lhasa apsa crawled on top of your head and died. The air in your train car is a cocktail of Axe body spray and sweat. Excuse me if I'm self-conscious of reaching too high on the hand-rail for the herky-jerky tin-box plod into the Loop. We're all in this together, friends. Swear to god though, I know the train is packed, but I will end you if you rub up against me one more time on the Brown Line.