Flatulence

You know how you can see your breath?
Well, can you see your farts? good question huh.

This came to my mind after been farted on by people on the CTA numerous times. I would be sitting down, and of course it would be during rush hour so students would be rushing to class and the bus would become packed.

Picture this:
I'm seated in the middle of the bus (right by the back exit). As the bus pulls up to the Racine and Taylor stop, a shit load of people hop on the bus. One by one, seats are taken up and people are forced to stand crotch to ass since it's inefficient to stand sideways. This one guy  had his ass right in my face. I'd turn the other way, but this smokin' hott babe was sittin' next to me so I didn't want to creep her out. At the stop before mine, I heard something that sounded like a fart. I was praying that it wasn't that guy who had his ass in my face. Nevertheless, it was him. THE NERVE!!!! Not only was I about to pass out from toxic waste, but the hott woman thought it was me that ripped the silent but deadly WMD. DAMN!!

Maybe next time, I could get off like two stops before mine to relieve the pressure on the bus. Or offer someone else to sit so I don't have to bare that ever again.

That was a beautiful start to my 8 AM to 5 PM day of classes. DELICIOUS

--booya