Another One Rides the Bus

Diesel fuel stings my nostrils as I take my seat
Hints of spearmint float my way as the handsome boy behind me exhales cracking his gum
What’s that smell?
Tuna? Rotten eggs? Road kill?
The scruffy, dirty, sleeping male in front, obviously unaware of his own stench stinking up the whole bus
I try not to make a scene but wrinkling my nose is impossible
I get off feeling relieved
The fresh fall air of the city
Diesel fuel mixed with McDonald’s and Starbucks
Just another ride on the bus