On The Red Line Between North/Clybourn & Fullerton — Jesus Christ, someone on here smells like a bale of hay again.
Just when this train car couldn’t get more crowded and sweaty, someone got on the train and, wow, do they smell entirely like they stepped out of a field of manurey crops and onto the El.
It’s, like, very hay-y. Like a cow’s bed, but the mother cow just gave birth to her calf on the hay. Like calf afterbirth hay. Yuck.
And to make matters worse, it looks like that sweaty guy near the door is about to puke. Pretty sure he’s not even the guy who smells like hay. Christ.
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