A young mother sat on the train with her infant son. She held her child close against her chest; stroking his few hairs that had started to show themselves recently. She surveyed around the cabin in boredom mentally commenting on all the people she saw in her mind; something she often did to make the boring train home go on faster.
A young couple, holding hands and listening to music through shared headphones.
"How Cute" she thought with smile
A punkish group of boys, dyed hairs styled in ridiculous ways, chattering loudly without a care for other passengers.
"So annoying", a groan escaped her lips
She checked on her son, thankfully he seemed unbothered.
Her gaze continued to wander before she felt the unsettling gaze of another on her self. She glanced in it's direction and briefly met the gaze of a fat balding old man gawking at her. He wore a suit and tie with a paper bag of groceries on his lap; somehow he had managed to squish his massive frame into a seat on the other side. When she caught him staring he quickly looked away and pulled out an ornate handkerchief to wipe the noticeable sweat off his brow, before shoving it back into his pocket in a stained wrinkled heap.
The young mother grimaced unable to hide her disgust from her face. She pulled her son closer as the train screeched to a hault.
"What a creep" she thought
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Rupert stepped off the train.
The humid summer air only caused him to sweat more as he waddled home