Smelly Red Jacket Guy

I ride the 11C from downtown every weekday. If I ride the 5:04 bus, 9 times out of 10, a 50’s-ish gentleman (stretch of the term, really) inevitably sits with me, should I have happened to find an open seat. This wouldn’t bother me normally, but this particular guy in a red jacket, is a smoker, who has obviously just put out his cigarette the moment the bus opens the door. (let’s call him “Smelly Red Jacket Guy”)

Not only does he reek, giving me a grand, nauseous headache, but he proceeds to read the paper. Again, this wouldn’t be so bad, but unlike normal people who minimize the size of the paper whilst reading in a tight space, Smelly Red Jacket Guy has to have the paper open – greatly invading what little personal space I have relegated to me on a bus.

To Smelly Red Jacket Guy: Sit with someone else. You’re giving me a headache.

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