I'm fairly certain that aisle's been swept. But for the sake of my OCD, somebody please pick up her train or call Pippa Middleton or something!
Or walk very slowly with ants carrying your train.
Oh great, all these cheery flashmobbers are getting in the way of my usual morning subway commute nap. BOOOO!
The first step to a happy marriage is not to trip on the first step.
Just because it's called a "train" doesn't mean it's an actual vehicle, you know.