Normally, I drive the routes that go through the bad parts of town. As a result the clientele mostly consists of crack whores, bums, vagrants, winos, ex-cons, and everything in between. To say the least, the stench is unbearable. I drive with the windows open, fans on but that does little to combat the smell. Occasionally, I'll come home and my boyfriend will remark that I smell like I'm homeless.
If you haven't smelled this particular stench, you won't quite understand but I'll do my best to describe it to you. Combine the smell of a dump, a sewage treatment plant, sweaty gym socks, unwashed hair mixed with motor oil, stale alcohol that has begun to grow mold, cat urine, garbage, rotten food and any other obnoxious, revolting scent you can think of. That's what my bus would smell like and then it would permeate my clothing making me smell like that, hence why my boyfriend commented on my scent.
Over the last week, I've been driving a new route that takes me through the richer part of town. Seeing as it was Friday night everyone adopted their finery and bathed in perfume/cologne. It got so bad, that I felt like I was in a department store suffocating by way of Channel number 5. It got to the point where I almost wished for the homeless smell over the perfumed smell.
Unfortunately God hates me and heard my prayer. A homeless man got on the bus (he's actually gotten on everyday at the exact same time...8:37pm) carrying his bag containing a six pack of toilet paper. Everyday for the last week he's gotten on with his six pack of T.P. You know when your house/car/little brother gets toilet papered, and you wonder who did it? Well I've solved the mystery. It's this guy. Believe me.
Anyways, he gets on and immediately the bus smells like a overly perfumed dumpster. Why can't I just have a bus full of people who don't smell of anything? But like I previously mentioned, God hates me and wants to torture me.
Mission accomplished God. I survived this. What are you going to do next? Go ahead, try it, make my day!
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I too know this scent from my Village Green days.
Particularly this one customer who didn't just smell like she pissed her pants, but bathed in it... 2 weeks ago and had been marinating ever since. But she certainly didn't wash her hair in the urine cause that contained enough grease in it to do an oil painting.
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