The journey from smell.

I applaud you hotching unwashed bus passenger, it must take some considerable effort to make an entire double decker bus smell like the inside of a perishing false leg. I’m half tempted to ask the gentlemen next to me if I could bury my face between his buttocks just for some relief from the caustic whiff thats peeling off the paint and making even flies throw up around the bus.

There’s a visible “Ahh bisto” trail traversing the aisle and I fear if I touch it I’ll explode into a dust cloud like those poor people in war of the worlds.

Nearly home though, hopefully I’ll stand in some dog shit on the way back and i can take my shoe off to use as a respirator.

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