trains and elevators

Every day I ride the train for an hour to work. Not the subway, but a train with conductors dressed in uniforms and cushioned seats where you sit with a seat-mate. Every day I think of J.D. Salinger and how life is all about riding up and down in elevators and sitting next to people on the train with bad breath. That pretty much sums it up for me. That is the commuter's life. It's not exciting, it's annoying. After being away from home for 12 hours each day, the last thing I want to hear is the ipod headphones (cheap pieces of junk) of the guy next to me. Typically, I can hear this over my $99 Sony noise-cancelling headphones unless I blast Brian Setzer or another loud band into my own head.