to thine own smell be true
Yesterday was a stinker of a day to be on the bus. The legend of the stinky East Van bus experience grew into reality yesterday. In the morning on skybus on the way to work people were farting up a storm. From the Stadium stop all the way to granville (about 25.4 seconds) I pretty much held my breath. They were morning, just got up farts. Like the guy standing in front of me had got up, grabbed a quick coffee and ran onto the skybus. Yech. I guess that's what I get for going into work a little earlier - it won't happen again.Then last night coming back from yet another dissapointment of an apartment viewing someone was releasing their own special perfume on the #99. The smell was a mix of stinky feet, wet leather, and Abbotsford all rolled into one bundle. I'm usually pretty tolerant of smells because I can be a smelly bugger myself - but not yesterday. I had to hoist open the window and sort of tilt my head towards the rushing air. I wonder if it looked obvious?
I couldn't figure out if it was the two UBC environmental studies-looking students with dirty hands, old hiking boots and gardening implements sticking out of their MEC bags. Or if it was the nuvo-hippie with her cherry-red bob, dirty flip flops and bloody heels (which I can also relate to, being a disaster in almost anything with a 1.5" heel). Unfortunately the smell was with me for the ENTIRE ride from Sasamat to Commercial drive. I would've probably pulled a David Blaine if I had tried to hold my breath that long.
posted by Miranda @ Wednesday, May 10, 2006
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