I was taking the train home tonight, and the first car I stepped into just stunk, in all the worst ways a New York subway car can stink. No amount of moving to one side of the car or the other was helping, car was rank. So I stationed myself by the door, and at the next stop, popped out and into the next, half full, unsmelly car full of New Yorkers not worried about their gag reflexes.
But turning around, I seem to have been one of the few to do so. The other car was still full of people making sour faces, complaining to each other, trying to avoid the probable smelly culprit, breathing into their scarves. When only a car away was a utopia of happy people breathing wonderful, clear air. (Well, not clear. But as close as you’re going to get on an NYC subway.) Why stay in the car, when there are clear paths to freedom?
Today’s lesson: Don’t stay in the pee car and complain about it when you don’t have to. You have some control over your environment. Use it.