Personal Hygiene

You sometimes see people doing interesting things on the train. Getting up early and rushing to be at the stop on time often forces people to perform portions of their morning routine en route. Eating breakfast, applying makeup, even getting that last hour of sleep are all appropriate activities for a train rider. This morning, I saw something that broke all barriers. Flossing. Yes, with teeth and actual floss and stuff. I can forgive the occasional nail clipper provided they contain the projectiles. Even the nail filer forcing everyone to breathe in their nail dust is OK. But flossing? Forgetting for a second the logistics of rinsing, I think this may be one step too far. I know what the mirror can sometimes look like after I floss. Happily I was behind and not in front of the offending flosser. Why not just show up to the train station in your pajamas and wash up in the restroom car? What's next. Clipping toenails? Plucking eyebrows? Shaving? Just get up 10 minutes earlier and floss at home.