Clip, Clip, Clip

That's the sound of someone clipping their nails on the subway. I have written about this previously and how much it skeeves me (and most other public transportation riders) out. Well, lo and behold while my friend Darla was visiting a couple of weeks ago I heard the distinctive sound of clippers. I looked up and there he was, sitting across the subway car, trimming away oblivious to his supremely poor public personal hygiene habits. Darla and I immediately burst into wild laughter. The best part of the entire situation was the other public transportation rider sharing the same set of seats...he was the recipient of the flying nail pieces and parts. We offered him the seat next to us, but he was getting off the train in a couple of stops and opted to stay. Bless your heart!