piss & vinegar

yet another reason to love public transit: a short chubby guy with mutton-chop whiskers gets on the train at my stop. & what a lovely odour wafts behind him: fooker must bathe in vinegar! the stench is overpowering. especially bad news when the train is crowded & there are few options on where to sit—preferably want to be as far from mr pickled as possible, like in the next coach or the next train ...