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What Died In That Bag?
Good lord, on the train ride home tonight some guy grabbed the seat right in front of me and proceeded to produce some of the most rancid smelling Chinese food I have ever smelled from his bag. I swear my olfactory glands have never been assaulted like this before. Even when I plugged my nose I could smell the putrid rank of the guy's eggroll through my mouth somehow.
Smell is the only thing I don't enjoy about traveling by train to and from work every day. I'm forced to deal with ill-smelling food, pungent body odor, and the over-powering fragrances of the cleaning supplies used to freshen up the train cars. Fortunately it's only really bad during the summer when all those smells get to cook in a good Midwestern heat wave. Otherwise the 30 minute train ride is a great time to read, sleep or listen to music. Smell rarely ruins the time in the train.
This guy tonight though needed to be thrown off the train. What he had was criminal.
posted by Brendan | 10:33 PM | permanent link
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