A thread about nothing, eh? Hmmm...
Well, there was a man cutting his toenails on the subway beside me today. Yep. That's right, toenails. It was too crowded to move to another seat, I was terrified a piece would fly off the clippers and land on me. While I was scanning the train car hoping to spot a free seat elsewhere I noticed a perfectly normal looking woman unashamedly picking her nose. I haven't felt so gross since... well, since last time I rode the subway. Why do people treat subway trains (and stations, for that matter) like their own personal bathroom?