| The PA
      system had just announced the last call for our train's departure and my
      irreplaceable ticket was still unaccounted for.  To add to my
      difficulty, a large businessman in a trenchcoat forced the aforementioned
      occupant of my row over into the middle seat, directly next to my
      ticketless person.
 I checked the floor again, no small task considering my new friend's close
      proximity.
 
 Eric looked under the seat, hoping that he might spy the small slip of
      paper.  He discovered a small ledge protruding out beneath the seat. 
      A small ledge with one ticket to Milford on it, though it seemed contrary
      to all known laws of physics.
 
 The 3:07 train to Milford departed fifteen seconds later.
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      BE CONTINUED -- The train
      to Milford left, and I went to sleep.  But I was awoken a few minutes
      later, by a loud rustling noise to my immediate right.  The toothless
      weirdo in the seat next to me was rummaging through his bag of goodies, in
      search of who-knows-what.  He finally came upon the desired object, a
      recently purchased fingernail clipper.
 He tore open the packaging, flinging it onto the floor of the train. 
      He warmed it up with a few practice clicks, then proceeded to the job at
      hand.  With no regard for the people on either side of him, he began
      to clip each and every one of his fingernails.  One hit me in the
      side of the head, several found new homes on the windowsill, another ended
      up buried deep within an old woman's hair.
 
 I just looked at him.  Hygiene?  No.  Hair?  No. 
      Clothing?  No.  Teeth? No.
 
 NAILS?
 
 Yes.
 
 He got off shortly, leaving me only with the man in the aisle seat. 
      I quickly noticed that his attention was not focused solely on the
      newspaper in front of him; underneath his seat was an oddly shaped paper
      bag.  Every few minutes, he would glance around, lift it to his mouth
      in a drinking motion, then carefully place it back on the floor.
 
 When he got off the train, he left it in his seat.
 
 The conductor walked by and looked at me strangely.
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      BE CONTINUED -- Part Sixteen |  | 
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