The First T

I took the first T to work today. It arrived at Davis at 5:18am. An older man with nice tan shoes stopped to hold the door for me as I entered the station. He was the last person to get into my car before the train left. As we traveled, the air became thick, and I noticed that the air conditioning wasn't on. This is very unusual for the red line. Breathing that air from stop to stop forced me to become intimately acquainted with the way people prepare themselves to smell when they leave the house. Some people like soap, some like fruity lotions, and some musty colognes. I smelled like cocoa butter. And after we all marinated in our respective non-bodily scents, we went our ways.