Mags is a chef who takes the B line home from work:

... Waiting for the T to arrive, I silently pray that by some miracle it won't be crowded and that I'll get to sit down instead of having to smoosh up against pretty people dressed for a night on the town. Alas, I never get my wish. Not only am I dead tired and my feet hurt, but I feel bad for you, my fellow riders, because I am aware of the odor that is seeping out of my clothes and into the tiny, hot space that we are sharing.

So please, if you see a girl in checkered pants on your way home one night, please know that she's sorry for stinkin' up the place and that when she's not at work, she's one of the best smelling people in the city. :) ...