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Originally Posted by michelej1

[From an article complainting about commuting]

The Guardian 9-27-2014 by Lauren Laverne

http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandst...lauren-laverne



No. Stoic, group silence is the only acceptable way to spend an hour in such intimate proximity to so very many strangers. It’s your journey to work, not a Robin Thicke video. But make no mistake: amid the silence, behind my blank expression, I am drinking deep and daily from a sustaining wellspring of joy. Yes, all the time – when the Victoria line is part suspended; when there’s a busker playing an unforgivable version of Fleetwood Mac’s “Albatross”; when the bloke opposite is inhaling an inexplicable 8am Pad Thai with all the expertise of a leaf blower, creating a vast arc of noodle backsplash and a pungent miasma that stretches the length of the entire carriage. Yes, then. Even when I can feel four distinct breaths on the back of my neck and can tell by the exhalation pattern that one of them is a dog’s.

I don't understand a word of this.