Stanky Person

In the evening, seats on the train are very hard to come by.  Luckily I got a seat.  Now I know why.  After I sat down within seconds this horrible waft of funk waved under my nose.  I turned my head the other direction, stuck my nose in my shirt, did a little mouth breathing and finally thought to myself....this is not worth a seat to me.  The smell I speak of was a combo of, mildew, a dirty ashtray, B.O. and rotten ass.  More power to ya Stinky Pete, this girl is movin on.