While riding on the bus today, an old Indian woman got on. She sat down in the front of the bus, and I was in the middle, near the rear door.
We continued on, and I noticed that something really, really smelled like oatmeal. I mean, REALLY smelled like oatmeal. Like if you were trapped in a phonebooth, and some evil villain was going to try to smother you in oatmeal in some sort of bizarre sadistic fetish of death.
But it wasn't that. It was just some lady on the bus.
I wonder how that happens, where you emanate such a strong aroma like that. Very unusual. Well, it would be if it were anywhere else but the CTA.
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