'Did that man just spit on the floor?'

'Why is that person smoking in such a small, enclosed area?'

'Did that man just pick his nose?'

'Did that woman just pick hers?'

'My God, what is that smell?'

'Why is everybody yelling, (but not angry)?'

'Do trains have max. capacity limits?'

'Why is that worker selling wind up flashlights and socks?'

'Why are there childrens cartoons on the TV?'

'My God, what is that smell?'

'Am I standing in something dead?'

'Why don't they let people off before they push their way on?'

'Why are they trying to sweep the floor on such a crowded car?'

'Why are there so many birds in cages on the luggage racks?'

'My God, what is that smell?'

'When does the fruit and noodle cart lady come back?'

'Why is that man asleep in the bathroom?'

'Is he the conductor?'

'Why is everybody staring at me?'

'My God, what is that smell?'

The above represents 5 minutes of my inner monologue while travelling by train here in China on any given day.