Sometimes the T is grosser than normal.

Yesterday on my train ride home I witnessed two gross things. First, there was a guy sitting across from me sleeping with his mouth open. He was sitting next to the door with his arms on the rail, and his head kept slowly drifting down. It was like watching a car crash in slow motion. Every couple seconds his mouth would get closer and closer to the bar, the the train stopped short and he wrapped his lips around it. Nasty. Then, as I was riding the escalator up at North Quincy, there was a dead mouse at the top, spinning around like a toquito at 7-11. I would never eat one of those things anyway, but that sight sealed it. I only wish I had my camera to take a video of it set to "Little Spanish Flea". That would've been great.