Nasty, nasty nose rag

I missed the 7:53 LSE this morning. This is the first time in almost three years of commuting that I've missed a train due to my own comedy of errors.

I was already running late because my kid decided to have an epic meltdown this morning over what I put into her lunch bag which resulted in a new sandwich being made.

Then I had a wardrobe malfunction on the way to the station which resulted in pulling over and assessing the situation, which then necessitated a trip to Shoppers Drug Mart, which in turn left me circling the GO lot a few times to find a place to park.

It's nice to see people ditching the highway to take the train but it also means Oshawa is running out of room. I was tempted to a pull a "park how I want to", believe me.

On the 8:25, a man got on at Rouge Hill and sat in the last available seat across from me. Dude had a cold. Dude was using (what looked like it was white once) a washcloth as his nose rag. At one point, he dropped his nose rag on my shoe and didn't realize he'd dropped it.

I froze in horror as he just sat there, snoozing.

Before I could say anything to him, the lady next to me bent down and retrieved it for him using her bare hand. He took it from her, thanked her, and wiped his nose before putting it back into his coat pocket.

I don't think the woman realized what it was until after he wiped his nose. I was absolutely repulsed. When this guy closed his eyes again, I pulled out my travel-sized bottle of Purell and motioned to her if she wanted to use it. This was met with an enthusiastic nod.

This woman slathered Purell all over her hands. Who could blame her? I would have bathed in it myself. Tonight when I get home, I'm boiling my shoe.