Y'all I had to get off the bus today because the guy in front of me smelled so bad! I am serious! I couldn't take it anymore. Since I do not yet posses the ability to hold my breath for 45 minutes, I had to jump ship. The next bus will be here tout suite thankfully.
There are a number of riders with wicked funky BO, but homeslice was something else.
And now I wait. I think fresh air is worth another ten minutes.
Peace, love and bathtime to all!
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OH I totally had that one time on BART when we lived in the Bay Area -- this whole car was empty during rush hour so we got on and then realized why...the guy smelled so bad we had to get off at the next stop.
I flew from London to San Fran sitting next to a British bloke who smelled like a rotten sack of potatoes combined with a good night's out worth of puke.
There was no getting off the bus. My eyes watered for 11 hours.
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