Monday is Dirty

--Someone next to me on the LIRR was eating a chicken sandwich from a fast food restaurant

--I purposely bumped into a tool in a suit who was standing in the doorway on the B train

--I have two blisters from a brand new pair of shoes

--Below my seat on the LIRR was a bag of half-eaten "Tropical Mix" (a delectable blend of cashews, pistachios, raisins, and dried pineapple), three torn sugar wrappers, a coffee-stained wooden stirrer, and a soggy copy of the NY Post.

--Does anyone know which one is actually the third rail? I remember learning about it in elementary school, but have no clue which one it is.