Friday morning train rides into the city are by far the best. Ppl start slacking off a little... Some work from home or even take a long weekend. I have high hopes this morning that my ride might JUST be... Normal. :)
I stand corrected. Sir smells of Camelot just sat down beside me. I can't place his sent that's seeping from every pore, but I can only best describe it as gasoline mixed with bengay thrown into a first grade classroom with stale play dough on the walls.
To make matters worse, sir smells of Camelot can also be called elbows McGee! From what I can tell, his left elbow is neatly tucked to his side while his right elbow (he's reading the paper) is moving in circular motions at a 90 angle from his side. This ofcourse would be his operating arm. So far, I have been nailed by said news paper operating arm in the, the shoulder and yes... My left lady... Which to add is always awkward....
Oh but wait, yes! We have a triple threat! Elbows McGee/ seat back body slammer/ sir smells of Camelot has just moved up to number one in my book... For he is now sleeping, jolting, head bobbing and twitching while ever to slowly falling in my direction. Seat piping had been crossed, personal space... Violated.
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