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When local germaphobe Tayla Hill left her home this morning, she had an irksome feeling that she’d forgotten something.
Doing the obligatory phone, wallet, and keys check, Tayla had brushed aside her worries as she walked to the train station to catch her 8:30 commute to the city.
It wasn’t until she boarded a very busy carriage that she realised she’d forgotten her trusty bottle of hand sanitiser.
“I ended up walking through all the carriages looking for a seat but I couldn’t find one,” says Tayla.
“I knew at that point I’d have to stand.”
Due to the unreasonably hot summer, Tayla had opted for a tank top that day and therefore couldn’t rely on a T-shirt sleeve to wrap over one of the germ-ridden handrails. When her bag proved to be out of tissues, Tayla briefly entertained the thought of going without protection but says she just couldn’t quite bring herself to grab a handle.
“Apparently like, 50% of people don’t wash their hands properly.”
“it’s between stacking it or touching something that very likely has fecal matter on it, I’d rather stack it.”
Tayla hit the double whammy of germaphobia when an elderly passenger reportedly started convulsing into a fit of deep, guttural coughs. Rather than show concern for what was clearly a person on the brink of death, a disgusted Tayla had held her breath and moved away from the offending spores.
“I ended up holding my breath a bit too long,” admits Tayla, picking what looks to be a very infected lip.
“And ended up face planting on the floor.”
“Who knows what kind of shit was on there.”
More to come.
