The guy next to me on the train right now smells like shit.
And that’s not in the context of smelling generally bad; he actually smells like actual shit, actually.
I’m starting to suspect it’s not a fresh deposit, but instead has been maturing in his pants for most of the afternoon.
Luckily he’s ready a newspaper that wafts it my way with every page turn.
So that’s nice.
very funny :)))