The car was nearly empty on my way home today - a result of offices closing early. But the temperatures climbed to exhorbatant levels and the air was more stale than gluten-free bread. A solitary drop of sweat landed on my hand from the person next to me. I could only try to wipe it off on the seat next to me and dream of washing my hands at home.

This article points to other disgusting factors of the tube - the oily black dust on the tube is dead human skin, for example. I dream of the day when my journey is tube-free.