Abso Hilare

I’m going to go out on a limb and say that the holiday season is to blame for making my already gruesome commute home twice as hectic. So after an extra long day at work i barely squeeze into a tiny space on a border-crossing like PACKED Queens bound F train.

This train is HOT as hell, steaming even. People are packed neck to neck, shoulder to shoulder would be an understatement. With me barely making it on the train I’m stuck by the door next to a little older looking woman. Now, no one is speaking yet my nostrils suffered a swift attack by THE most horrid smell. I looked around to see what was dying or who brought a dead animal in their purse but my efforts were futile.

After about 45 seconds of suffering i finally figured out what was causing me this pain. The little older lady who was RIGHT beside apparently had a very long day, and was wearing it on her breath. Apparently this woman’s TART breath was being redirected from what had to be her nostrils, off the glass, into my area.

You NEVER want your breath to smell so bad your body pours it through your nostrils.

I’m happy i survived to tell the tale.