I boarded the A at 168th today, since I was leaving from the hospital, instead of home. As a result, there were already more people on the train, than when I normally get on. There was, however, one seat between a kind of nerdy looking guy and a big dude. They were both sitting there reading. The big dude has his legs all spread and was holding a backpack on his legs. His position, coupled with his size, was taking up one and a half seats. I was hoping that if I sat down, he would adjust his position a bit, so that I wouldn’t have to sit halfway on the other guy’s lap. I thought wrong. What a jerk. It got worse. I noticed right away after I squeezed into the seat, that this guy smelled like old gym locker. Whatever. I had a seat, I had my magazine and my de jpod. I could tough it out for 30 mins until Chambers Street. I got off the train, made my way into my office, logged in, blah blah blah. I was thinking, that guy was really nasty smelling. That mildewbongresiduedirtydiaper smell is still stuck in my sinuses. Wait a minute. I smelled my shoulder and to my dismay discovered that this seat hogging jerk and marked his territory on my sleeve. I should have known that after 30 minutes of being smashed up against his pungent mass, some of it was going to transfer. Anyway, I have fan set to “hi” today.