Grand master funk!

Oh my freakin’ goodness! Some god awful person got on the train and reeks of someone who has been sweating for days without a shower. He smells like one giant armpit. I don’t know where the smell is coming from but I have my suspicions. There is a white guy sitting down wind from me who looks like bathing and personal hygiene is not a daily priority. He wears squarish shaped plastic glasses and has a very thought provoking look on his face clouded with confusion. He’s staring at the floor.

He just got up, dressed in a black t-shirt with black pants and a belt, and stepped off the train. Miraculously, the pungent smell sweaty armpits dissapates.

Let me verbally illustrate how badly this man stank up the train. I am on the “F” train sitting in the center seat of a three seated bench. The doors are to my left. On the other side of he doors is a mirror image of the seating arrangements. The man was sitting next to the door. That’s at least 5′ feet away! Plus he was sitting down wind from me. That is one smelly bastard!

He wasn’t homeless. Just a regular guy; out of shape, heavy, with a lumbering walk. He’s the kind of guy who lives in a rent controlled apartment with carpet that’s been there for years. You can’t tell what’ve original color was because we trodden around with his shoes on in the apartment.


~ by thedailycommuter on Sunday, November 16, 2008.

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