My Train ride with a smelly guy!

This morning was a new experience for me, I ride the train just about every morning and normally its business types or students, a couple of late night party folk making there way back to Dallas to get their cars (those people are pretty easy to spot). But this morning there was someone new, and man did he stink. At first when you smell something on the train you become paranoid, you do the standard checks of yourself to make sure you are not the producer of said odor. You do the yawn to the right so you can sniff your shirt, you stretch to the left to make sure you applied deodorant, you lean down to retie your shoe to make sure they don't smell, and once you have done the final check you start looking around, discretely of course because you don't want to be rude! And so I started my investigation, first you clear your nose by scratching it, I'm not sure why I think this clears the nose but stick with me here okay. And so we were packed in pretty good about six inches between each of us, and the process of elimination begins, it wasnt well dressed yuppie on my right, it was not the professional business woman on my left, it was not the grandma diagonal to me and that only left one guy, There he stood obviously still recovering from a hard night of playing Russian roulette with a bottle of whiskey and the floor. His clothes were wrinkled and he was swaying in the train, the bad kind of swaying not the good kind. All of us stood there smelling it but not saying anything sly smiles were passed, however the odor was growing worse, the business woman and the grandma got a reprieve seats opened up, still the smell lingered, you could almost see it hanging in the air, I was counting the stops and the minutes, and then he got off, and to my horror I saw the cause of the odor, this young man probably 23 to 24 had crapped himself in a most horrid manner. As soon as the door closed I looked at the yuppie and we laughed out loud, as I was leaving the train the business woman got off too and asked what we laughed at, I explained and thought she was going to die from suffocation from laughter, the three of us bonded that day, and if ever we meet on the train again we will be able to share our poopie drawers guy experience.



Phobia of the Day: Autodysomophobia- Fear of one that has a vile odor.



Number of the Day: Deuce - for obvious reasons



Animal of the Day: Black Bear (Ursus americanus)