I was standing on the platform waiting to come home this afternoon, listening to this guy cough so hard it sounded like he was trying to dislodge something that was clinging on for survival.
It was just like the start of a disaster movie about diseases. He was the Typhoid Mary. We were the large group of people he was infecting before he crawled off somewhere to die. One of us, maybe not me, is going to be in a scene later where the people close to us all die simultaneously, succumbing to the exotic new disease this coughing stranger brought into our lives.
The infected bastared sat right across from me on the train, too.