BUS SKEETCH
A million car fresheners couldn’t solve what years of people skeetch has established on the Seattle metro.
There are certain buses and certain seats in particular that literally just reek of the unkempt, unbathed, un-awesome people who sat there before you.
Being one who believes in hygiene and practices it daily, sniffing into the collar of my jacket is the only thing that saves me at times.
But not today. Today I got on the bus after a long run. I am certain that I was smelly and sweaty. And, yet, while I was sitting there I felt a sense of pride and payback for all the times I wanted to die from those who’s odors I cursed.
So, who wins this time metro?! That’s right, as always, none of us. Punked again.
