Seriously.

I traveled by train yesterday and began the two hour sojourn overhearing the woman to my left talking on the phone describing to a friend how she almost wasn't able to come and visit her this weekend. It turns out that a friend of hers, we'll call him Tony, was in the ICU after being found floating in a hot tub. What's more, he had apparently lost control of his bowels/bladder and in addition to having hot tub water pumped from his lungs, he had his own waste pumped from his lungs, which must be a real treat. If that ever happens to me, I don't want to know about it. She went on to say that he was fine, but that the doctors say that he might not ever be the same. Shocker. He was able to name his cats and knew where he was and who his children were....WAIT A SECOND! This man has children? Probably not for long. Anyway, that was how the train ride began. I mostly just kept to myself and breathed through my mouth so as not not smell the chewing tobacco/armpits of the gentleman in front of me. Grooooossss.