28 Days Later...

One thing that I definitely miss about Guelph: I never had my sense of smell violated by the other passengers of the public transit system.

I was sitting on the TTC bus on my way home from class when this small, round guy sits down right next to me. At first his odour wasn't incredibly offensive, just unexpected. But as the trip dragged on it got worse and worse.

I don't really know the words to best describe it, as it seemed to continually change into new terrible scents. At first it reminded me strongly of a McDonalds play place with the many plastic tubes and poor ventilation of thousands of sweaty overweight kids. Then I thought I could smell a trace of gasoline or burning rubber as well. The worst part? The guy who owned the terrible fragrance was a fidgetty bus-rider. So everytime the smell would air out in the bus he would move around and release fresh scents from whatever terrible places they came from his body.

In the end, I would say that was one of the worst things I have ever had to endure. And I've cleaned up unventilated animal pens full of all manner of crap. It goes without saying that I put a few subways cars between me and the chunky guy in the purple sweater and sweatpants...

And if I ever see him trying to sit next to me, I'll get off at the next stop and wait for another bus.