I don't know how I could've forgotten to mention this. When I boarded the train this morning, I went to go to my right, through the bike car to the regular car just in front of it. As I turned, I look up and there is a nice man puking in the middle of the floor. Moron, there's an open door not far from there and a bathroom even closer. I sat in the cramped side of the car and couldn't sleep because my knees were in my chest. Thanks, Mr. Puke.