Smells on the Skytrain
I don’t generally like taking the Skytrain during the hot weather. As much as it can smell like wet dog on those rainy winter days when people’s clothes mixes with the heaters to create a pungent oder, it’s during the summer that people’s B.O. problems really stand-out.
Sure sometimes I don’t feel as fresh as I’d like, walking down Kingsway on my way to the station I can work up a sweat when it’s as hot as it has been the past few days, but I’d like to believe that I don’t cast a thirty foot protection spell of smell. I’d like to believe that I’m invisible to your nasal nerves.
Maybe I’m not as silent smelling as I’d like to think. Maybe I assault the senses of others just as strongly as the large man whose clearly seen a loaf of garlic bread more recently than he’s seen a shower or a toothbrush, though I do doubt it. I think he’s some kind of terrorist weapon to make us lose faith in public transportation, to increase our dependence on foreign oil.
So despite the transit pass I’m walking as much as I can, at least until I can be assured that everyone on tram has met minimum levels of cleanliness.
What are your transit pet peeves that other riders subject you to?