Public Transport and the Great Unwashed

GAH! What is it with pulic transport and people that stink? I mean, it's alrady bad enough with the screaming children and the drunken scumbags arguing about something totally unintelligible, but nasal assault is going beyond the pale.

Tale today's trip home for example. First of all some youth in a hoodie lurks in the middle of the carriage of the tram and distributes a mildly unpleasant funk. Luckily a load of people get off and he goes off to sit somewhere out of nasal range. Great! No more stench.

Wrong. At the same stop a guy gets on and sits right on front of me. I've no idea of he was a hobo or not, but the sheer brute force of his personal malodour was staggering! A subtle blend of sweat, cigarette butts, unclassifiable filth and unholy mingingness. He was also unclean. Dirt that has died, started to rot and has risen again to feast on the living. Utterly vile.

On the plus side, a guard had some little scumbag up against a fence by the front of his (doubtless stinky) shirt