Subway Stories: Ironic
So I'm enjoying my book, when a normal looking woman gets on and sits right next to me. *sigh*
I have to maneuver in my seat a little to try and get comfortable again. But it is the train. How comfortable can I really expect to be?
Then I realized that she smells really badly. Not like she never showers or anything, but like her deodorant may have failed her at some point during the day.
Anyway, my sharp sense of smell is great for the kitchen, but a nightmare on the T. I start coughing. First just a little. I thought I could clear my throat, but she smells really badly and my cough gets a bit more animated until I cannot stop.
If had been sitting next to me, I'd be a bit put off too. So this woman, who is the source of my coughing, must be very wary of my germs, so she gets up and sits in another seat. Far away from me.
My cough immediately stopped and all was well. I'm sure she didn't have a clue.
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