On normal days (in normal cars) the distribution of people is approximately even—everyone spreads out to give everyone else equal space. Tonight, however, is not a normal night. And this is not a normal car. To my left, there are very few people, despite the train being crowded. A passenger who suddenly liked the music playing from his headphones a little too much has been break dancing in the aisle for the last three minutes and show no signs of stopping.
To my right, a man boards and slowly makes his way to the only vacant seat. I notice that people are giving him an abnormally wide berth, but cannot make out the reason why until I notice that his pet parrot is perched on his shoulder. When the man sits down, his bird climbs off the man's shoulder and into the crook of his arm after which the two promptly fall asleep for the remainder of my trip.
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