The Jasper Chronicles

The Journal of a Cynical Dad

Friday, September 08, 2006

Living in the Suburbs Means #3...

Commuting on public transit.

It baffles me how some people can smell so bad at 7:30 AM. I pity the poor soul who has to stand next to them at the end of the day. Yesterday I was sandwiched between one person with body odour and another person who apparently rubbed Vicks Vap-O-Rub on their chest. An intoxicating aroma of menthol and sweat - I almost puked.

Today my neighbour in transit smelled like a Hot Rum Toddy. It's 7:30 in the freaking morning, and you're into the rum? Now that's what I call hard core.

P says I should mind my own business stop smelling people on the train. Honey, I promise I'll stop as soon as I find someone who reeks like a tuna melt.