Well I didn't have the disgusting guy who sat in the seat in front of me yesterday on the train. That was good.
Bloody heck. He sounded like he was trying to eat a bowl of lumpy custard through his nose. I got up and stood at the other end of the carriage, near the door (our trains on most existing lines are double deckers, so you walk in and there are stairs to go up or down).
And then I made the mistake of giving some advice to a guy, probably in his 30s, who needed to go to Bondi Junction to see a back specialist. Turned out he was a bit special, and he'd never caught the train before. He normally caught taxis, but he had lost some money.
He was nice and very friendly, very chatty. I'm old and more tolerant now, I guess when I was younger he would have driven me nutso, getting in my space etc. Didn't seem intellectually challenged, but obviously a bit different. He had injured his back playing with his puppy. He showed me pics, he has an old english sheepdog, beautiful dog.