Its Hump day (meaning it’s Wednesday, get your mind out of the gutter!). The train was packed, and I didn’t get a seat. Why didn’t I get a seat? I made the fatal error of choosing the train car that seemed to have an unusual amount of empty seats. I should have known this meant there was a horrendous smell of some kind lingering inside. In this case, the smell was coming from the guy who was napping in his own vomit. This is the 3rd time I’ve walked into an empty car only to be smacked in the face with a whiff of pure nastiness.
As George Bush Jr. once said…
And here I thought I was the only one! I’ve fallen victim to the empty train car myself! New York, New York…what a wonderful town
There’s no place on earth like it…