This morning a young man barely made the train. Well, the EL, really. I’m early on the line so most of the seats were open and he sat down and promptly curled up in his hoodie and laid across two seats. Over the next half hour I watched the train fill and the commuters eye the seat, believing it to be unoccupied, then pass it by with gruff looks. After a while the man sat up–likely because he’d grown uncomfortable or his arm was asleep. Despite the crowded car the seat next to him remained open. I couldn’t help but wonder how many people’s day he’d ruined.