The Foul Stench of Death
Just another day riding on the bus, cruising at the normal capacity of well over the limit. When aboard climbs the most atrociously odious human being that I have ever encountered in my life. It was truly difficult to believe that this type of odor could be emanating from a living, breathing human being. He would of course locate the only remaining empty seat to the rear of bus where I like to enjoy my catnaps. No doubt, to the very seat right beside me where I could bear the full brunt of the blast. There are some smells that are just so bad that even when you pinch your nose, you still feel like you can taste it. I would estimate that the entire back of the bus was completely cleared out in no greater than 10 seconds flat. All save for one very stubborn passenger who refused to relinquish his seat, deciding that he was going to be the one person that would stand his ground (so to speak). A decision that I dearly paid for in nearly permanent damage to my olfactories. I know that life can be tough on the streets, and there are certain compromises that you have to make in order survive, but cleaning your body is something that you just have to find a way to accomplish. Especially in his case where I am certain that the last time he even made an attempt to do so was never. Absolute worse case scenario, there is always the Pacific Ocean. Ironically, the rancid smell granted him a whole new selection of seats to choose from, at which point he exercised the opportunity to take his pick of the litter. And not a moment too soon, because I was starting to feel a slight dizziness settling in as the atmosphere began to shift and rotate . I will never forget the blissful wave of euphoria that caressed me as that first clean breeze rescued my lungs. Never again will I put a low price on the precious commodity that is fresh air.