I'm sitting in the train on my way home, watching YouTube. I'm using headphones because I'm not a barbarian, and no one wants to hear what I'm listening to anyway. The algorithm suggests this video to me, which is kind of like an early version of BIG BILL HELL'S but supposedly it actually aired:
So the salesman is spouting off all kinds of profanity, "Look at this fuckin' car! That bald-headed sunovabitch is going to rape everyone with these prices!" I'm relaxing after a hard day's work, in my privacy cocoon, respecting everyone else's privacy as civilized people are wont to do on public transit, and I allow myself to crack a bit of a smile at the antics of the man in the gray suit and Brylcreem. Then I feel this tap on my arm. I look up and see this large middle-aged woman I don't recognize standing there. I'm slightly annoyed, but maybe she needs help figuring out the train schedule; we've all been there, right? I take out my headphones and catch her saying something like, "I haven't seen you smile before, it's nice, you should smile more."