I decided to ride the Sounder train this morning, although there was a 150 at Kent Station I could have taken that would have gotten me downtown at about the same time. It was the very unsavory 150 with the motley crew from the jail on it.
Not these guys:
That would be awesome!
I was referring to the motley crew of the freshly released ex-cons from the Kent RJC. I don't have a pic to post of them. Yet. But they don't look like the guys from Motley Crue.
So, I boarded the train and, as always, it was very quiet. We arrived downtown, and I entered the International District/Chinatown Station just in time to catch that same 150 to Convention Place. Most of the scary people had gotten off in SODO.
I sat in the sideways seat in front of the back door. A woman with a very young baby sat in the forward-facing seat next to me. Another woman got on at University Street Station and sat next to her; she wore a jacket that had a hood with the gray fake-animal-hair border. Everyone sitting to the side of me was clean.
As we made our way through the tunnel toward Westlake Station, I was looking our the door. Then, out of nowhere, something landed on my left upper leg.
I'm not quite sure what it was.
It was small, about the size of my pinky fingernail.
I'm going to play it safe and say it was an almond sliver from a bear claw pastry. It looked like one. Or a scab. But I'm going with bear claw almond sliver.
I'm not sure where it came from. The woman diagonally across from me was asleep and draped across the seat. She didn't look scabby, although she had a prison tat above her left breast. Her business casual, low-cut blouse opened up when she leaned forward during the nap. The guy sitting next to me looked clean enough. The baby was half asleep and eating from a bottle and about a month old, so he didn't throw something at me. It didn't come from me. I don't have scabs and I haven't eaten a bear claw in about six months.
I swept the "sliver" off my leg quickly, not unlike a Ninja, with my bare hand. I was left puzzled by it for the next two tunnel stations, knowing whatever it was was now on my jeans and the side of my left hand.
I couldn't get to work quickly enough to disinfect my hand. I wanted to boil it, but instead I just used a lot of soap.