The other day I rode the bus. It was like any other day except I ended up taking a later bus than usual. I walked through the door and instantly my eyes started to water. It smelled real bad. It is not unusual for a bus to have a certain stink, but this day it was unbearable. I then did a quick scan of which unbathed crazy I needed to avoid sitting by and quickly noticed it was not just one person, but at least the first four rows of people. I quickly walked to the back rows and began breathing through my sweater for the duration of my forty minute bus ride. I’m not trying to be mean, really. I understand I have life really good where I have daily access to a shower, but if you could have smelled it you would have done the same thing.
(picture above is one of those crazies that I sat behind who insisted on putting his arms up. The. Whole. Ride.)