Eau d’ Subway


As I stepped onto the jammed pack subway car this morning, I immediately noticed the suspicisouly open space left around the hunched over little gnome about a third of the way back down the car. Crazy? Or stinky? Or both? As the doors shut and his musky aroma rose up at least one of the answers became clear. I know from experience it is impossible to hold your breath for more than one stop and I was going three. Oh well. I love the big city.

About mrpeenee

A former bon vivant and terror of a number of New Orleans bars in the mad, gay 1980s, I'm now quietly retired and widowed in San Francisco. I have a crooked nose due to an unfortunate Frisbee accident.

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