Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Subway Hell

There's a "heat wave" in Boston. It is going to get nasty hot tomorrow and it was uncomfortably hot today - but still not as hot as summer in St. Louis. As much as I find the STL heat oppressive the one thing I never had to deal with in STL was a stank filled subway filled with stanky people. We literally walked INTO an odor yesterday when boarding the T. WALKED INTO it - it was almost visible. It smelled like cooked onions - hamburger style stinky onions.

Today was yet another round of fun - I somehow made it through the hoards of pushing, sweating, stinking, Bostonians and scored a tiny plot of personal space on the train. It really wasn't all that personal though - there is literally no room to move and due to the fact that the train was so freakin' overcrowded I couldn't hold my head up straight because of all the hands reaching over my head to hold onto the bar next to me. I was the shortest person around and so I got to be right at arm pit level with a crapload of people with their arms up in the air. Love it!

To make matters worse I had a guy behind me whose backpack fit perfectly into the small of my back - forcing my back into the oh so attractive and comfortable swayback position. This pushed the top half of my body into the guy's ass in front of me. My stomach was as tall as his ass folks - and his ass was - well it was sweaty - it was warm and sweaty.

So let's recap - Booksmart has his backpack jammed into my kidneys and Miss Prada (with her pretty manicure) and Queen Granola (with her haven't washed in days manicure) and Mr. Where have those Hands Been, have their fists clenched tightly around the pole above my head which means that the only thing I can do (remember I can't lift my head up) is stare at what's in front of me, Sweaty Crack's crack.

The only thing that could have made it any better would have been if someone with their Deluxe Hummer stroller had shoved their way in, ran over my toes (manicured with Revlon Malibu Sun), slammed into my shins and let their child projectile vomit all over me - oh wait - that was Monday.

I'm fine thanks for asking - how are you all doing? :-)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I hear you loud and clear. Summer on the Boston T is not a pretty sight or pleasantly smelling. There are times when I get to work and run straight to the bathroom to wash every inch of exposed skin I can and load on more CK One so that I don't gag on myself. I've even changed my shirt on more than one occasion after a crowded and stinky morning on the T. UGH! People can be sooooo gross! And don't get me started about having to wait a half hour for an Ashmont train at the vile Downtown Crossing station! Beyond disgusting! -Mich

Anonymous said...

So, Nat....

Did ya get Ass crack's # ????
Have a great, smelly, sweaty week :)
Bri