Coronavirus weirdness.

On the Sunday night of the weekend that coronavirus began to look bad, I took the subway back from my one client with disabilities's house like I always do, and the subway ride was simply unbelievable, the worst I ever took.

It took like twenty minutes for a train, and then one came in and it was like only four cars long and packed, and there was a bunch of really (insane) (homeless) people on it, where one was even laying down with his head turned to his side and had vomited out into the aisle, and I got on on like the third stop of the line.

And, all the cars were like that, I tried each of them, and the conductor saw me getting in and out of cars and as he was leaning out of his train window at the next stop he was like, "What's the matter?", and I told him how awful and how unhygienic it was, and he was like, "You can come up here by me," and so I hopped onto that car, but then a (thin) (black) woman ran up towards him and started saying something, and I thought, Oh god, the whole ride is going to be like this, so I remembered some advice from long ago from the one lesbian sister of my one client with disabilities and I just got the f*ck off the train and waited for the next one.

The next one was okay, it took like twenty minutes again to arrive and it was like only five cars long but it wasn't quite as packed, and the first car was fullish, but then someone started smoking, so I hopped on to the next one, where there were 3 (black) (juvenile) (delinquents?) sprawled out across the seats and shouting in high pitched voices, and this one (white) (scrawny) (face tattoed?) (heroin addict?) who said something to them, then they started calling him white, and he started saying something about how he had had more than they ever had had, his name had been on four apartments and 3 car leases, and he was eating a large submarine sandwich that looked like he had gotten it out of a supermarket dumpster, and then he passed out mumbling with the wrapper crumpled on the seat next to him.

Later, this (big) (black) guy from down on the other end of the car got up and yelled at the 3 (black) (juvenile) (delinquents?) and said something about them shutting the f*ck up and just letting people be in peace, since the one of them was still doing something where she shrieked in a really high tone of voice.

Later, a (thin) (black) (homeless?) guy got on at that end of the car, and at some point he started smoking pot.

Later, two (rail-thin) (late 20s) (black) women get on, and they're on the phone with their friend, and they lean out the door at a stop and hold it open till their friend gets on.

Later, someone walks between cars, the first of about 3 people to do that.

Later, towards the end of the ride when no-one is ever really usually getting on, two people come in and sit down near me, and the one who's really fat starts telling the person across from him something about his little son he has and the ins and outs of going to check in with his probation officer.

And, the fattish (woman) across from him buys some loose cigarettes from one of the guys walking between cars, and she gives a few to the fat guy who has a probation officer.

And, finally, it's my stop, and I get up and go to wait by the door and get out at my station, and a guy sitting in the seat right by the door languidly turns his head towards me, and he just coughs on me with his mouth open without really noticing that he had done that.

I got the fuck out of there so fast, and I used hand sanitizer all over my hand and wrists, and then I got home and got as hygienic as fast as I could, including a shower where I soap-washed my face and neck and hands and hands and arms and everything, in addition to washing my hair, even though it didn't really need it in terms of the hair itself.

Honestly, I just felt so gross, and the ride was just a total circus.

I've seen pieces of stuff like that here and there on the subway, but never all at once, and never on such a small train for the whole god-dang ride.

It was total end-of-the-world crazy energy, I hated it, and I hoped at the time that I would never see it again.