Thursday, May 17, 2012
Getting Like "Old School" New York City everyday:
Last week, again on the northbound No. 2 during the 4-5 P.M. rush. A babbling incoherent graying old guy gets on the bus. As the wretched being shuffles to a front seat, the faces and noses of the passengers nearby wrinkle and sour. Being a veteran of the New York City subway, I know what this means: Someone who hasn't had a bath since Methusaleh was a tot has boarded the bus. Soon, the entire bus fills with the madman's ripe fragrance. "This is the same kind of smell that clears a New York City subway car," I remarked to my neighbor, a pretty cool guy from the East Coast who coming home from his baker job.
Trouble is, on a COTA bus, there's no escape....
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