Until last summer, I had never been on a train. I was planning to visit my cousin in the city, though, and a train ticket was the cheapest way to do so. I had to wake up at five in the morning in order to make sure that I was at the train station on time. I was a bit nervous, but ultimately I was delighted to find out that I had the seat to myself. Unfortunately for me that excitement was unfounded, as it turned out that the privacy only lasted the first leg of my trip. At a certain point I was joined by a rather large man who smelled like a combination of licorice and sausage. This guy promptly fell asleep. Within minutes his entire body was leaning my way. His body heat felt like a furnace, and I crammed myself up against the window next to me in order to escape. After a while of this inconvenient heating system snoring on me, I quietly asked the attendant to be moved to a different seat, even though I felt supremely awkward doing so. The attendant must have been peeved that I asked to switch seats, even though she could clearly see the guy basically sleeping on top of me. The attendant put me right next to the blasting air conditioning vent as punishment for annoying her. I did not have a very pleasant train ride. The air conditioning was too dry for my sinuses, and ended up giving me the sniffles. I exited the train with a headache and an aversion to experiencing any type of overactive heating or cooling.

A/C system