Of course a guy that looks like one of the greasers in The Outsiders that smells like a batch of burnt frijoles sits next to me. He's sweating like mad and opens his backpack, pulls out a pair of smelly sweatpants an wipes his face with it. Uh uh... Sorry bro you need to get away from me. I pulled off a fake nasty cough attack that sent him off to another seat. See ya!