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I got on public transit this morning at my brand new, shiny, barely-out-of-the-box, el station and sat down on the train. It was nice to enjoy a quick el ride to work instead of the tedious bus I've been riding for the past year. What wasn't nice was the traveling companion who joined me at Sedgwick. As we pulled out of the station a woman, mid 50's, nicely dressed, sits next to me. I almost immediately wanted to vomit.

This woman, with the expensive French manicured acrylic nails and Cole Haan heels... smelled like rotting food. ROTTING FOOD. It was as if she stepped from Michigan Ave to the garbage dump and then onto the el. There were several open seats in the car... it was as if she purposely sat her STANK right next to me. I held my nose, I breathed into my coat, I covered my face... to no avail the smell was just unbearable. Thankfully, I only had to wait it out for three stops before I could run RUN RUN far away from her. Bleck!

I am definitely curious how a woman, who seemingly has everything together and appears outwardly clean and proper, can smell SO DAMN BAD without even knowing it. If this woman realized how bad she smelled she most definitely would do something about it... that $70 pair of acrylics on her fingers tells a story of a woman of means who values her appearance.

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