But this morning I had a first. On the subway on the way to work this morning, a man came onboard holding his 3- or 4-year-old daughter, whose rear was near my head, and I got the unmistakable whiff of a soiled diaper. The car was crowded, so she stayed by my nose until the next stop, when thankfully, dad moved closer to the door and I was allowed to breathe again. He got off at the stop before me, and I can only hope - for the other people of New York - that he changed that diaper soon after. She may have been small, but she did her part to make NYC public transportation one the smelliest in the world.
Monday, April 6, 2009
On board with that stink
As an everyday user of public transportation, I have gotten used to smelling the most wretched odors imaginable. There are the smells of BO that permeate Penn Station. There is the strong stench of urine in the underpass at the Subway station at Spring St. And let's not forget the people who are very comfortable passing gas on crowded cars; God love 'em, they are unashamed.
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I told you, you needed to get one of those gas masks to carry with you.
Maybe you're not so good at guessing kids ages, but I can't imagine my three year old still in a diaper! I was sooooo ready for the diaper changing phase of my life to be over. Good thing she was ready at two!
The joys of working in NYC....
lol
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