Train coughers never get off after one stop. You know them. They’re the people who can’t stop hacking up chunks of lung tissue for long periods of time. The people who keep coughing into the same rapidly deteriorating public bathroom-issue paper towel. No Charmin Ultra for this gal. She’s sand paper tough. They’ll be there to wave as you get off at your stop. Anyone with a potentially contagious malady is on board for the duration. As opposed to the ridiculously attractive gal who, invariably, is packing up her hot girl stuff and leaving you alone on the train with creeps and the local branch of the Incontinent Club of America.