Started taking a new route home from work this week. Essentially, if I cut over from where I work to Times Square, I can get on an express Q train that takes me right by house. The key here is that I can get a seat. Seats are quite a commodity on crowded trains!
So Tuesday afternoon, I did just that: took my new route, waited for the train, and proceeded to grab my seat. Right next to... the Peeman. A bum with his nasty clothes sacks was sprawled out across a 3-seat bench, and completely reeked of piss. By the time I realized this little fact, it was too late - too many crowded around that even I stood up, I would have been stuck in the line of pee.
It was indescribably nasty. Other riders were covering their noses with shirts. The lady next to me was breathing through her umbrella - apparently dirty rain and nylon outweighed the stench. Fortunately, there were no big delays or anything, and I made it to my stop. I gagged as I walked out.
Though it was probably not as bad as vomit, man, did it smell!
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