Resthome Christmas (1 of 3): First subway car occupant.

On my way into the resthome to work on Christmas Day, a (young) (slim) (darkish) (moustachioed) (Indian) guy got onto the subway car and sat a few seats up from me and slouched downward into it.

He kept coughing every minute or two, never covering his mouth.

After like the fourth or fifth cough, I just got up and moved down to the other end of the car, to get away from his germs.