I know I bitch and moan about the GO Train.
You would too, if you took it on a regular basis.
Today's B&M --
not to be confused with a plain old BM,
which is a whole other pile of crap--
is about personal hygiene.
We're not talking about daily showering.
Although, some commuters could do with a hint.
Personal hygiene is called personal hygiene for a reason.
That means you don't do it in public.
I'm talking about two things that really REALLY irk me:
If you're running late for work,
do not ... and I can't stress this enough ...
put on a full face of make up on the train.
Dabbing on a little lipstick is okay.
But to sit with an open makeup bag on your lap
with compacts and tubes and pens
laid out before you
is not cool.
Nor is it even remotely pretty.
If you didn't have time to do it at home,
wait 'till you get to the office and do it there.
By far, the worst offence is the grossest of gross.
I can't believe that people do this in public:
There are people who regularly cut their nails
with a nail clipper
on the GO Train.
That little shard of nail becomes airborne
and flies god-knows-where.
The sound, alone, makes me cringe.
tink, tink, tink
People freak out when they see a hair lying somewhere.
Do you know how many germs are on our hands?
Under our fingernails?!
I'm just waiting for the day I actually see someone
whip off a sock and start doing their toes.
For the love of all that is good, people,
take care of your personal hygiene at home!