Thankfully body odor isn't a pressing issue due to the liberal use of perfumes/colognes. This being said though there is always the unexpected sensory stimulus for the nose on occasion. Once the doors are closed to the metro and the last person has made it in only by squeezing into a spot that fits their personal body type like a glove, every one takes a moment to glance at their new partners in rush hour crime. Just a subtle glance is all though. Too long of a look and people get more uncomfortable than they already are. About 90% are plugged into some kind of "anywhere but here" device to tune out and in to something, anything else…
Very early in my use of the subway I learned the specific places to stand and others that should be avoided at all costs during this period. I go for the dreamy little nook at the opposite side of the door in use. It provides back support and needed balance while standing and also yields a descent influx of air from the ever so cracked windows. Older women and men love their seniority sitting in seats. I think I've even seen a few grin at the not so attractive show taking place around them. I would be stoked as well and I can't help but crack a smile when I see this. As the train runs its course people slowly file out and the load lessens. I stretch out a little. Sometimes I'll step out of my nook and surf the train feet planted in snowboard fashion letting go with eyes closed, and what do you know I'm no longer on the train but slashing Pow on a Blue Bird day. Ahhh-the joys of the mind.
I write this from the position of never having had to use public transportation on a daily basis until my time in Chile. It has been a welcome experience. Every day is unique and to me it feels good to be a part of. We're all one when the day is said and done. Each retiring to his or her own destinations. hermanos on Metro Santiago.
