Commuter Contempt

I sat there because I thought, “who the fuck would shit in a public bathroom, let alone a bathroom onboard a disgusting train to begin with? So what’s the difference if I’m sitting outside the bathroom” Well, apparently the answer is, multiple people would shit in there.

For instance, this morning two disgusting human beings shit in the train bathroom. Want to know how I know? Because I sat outside and could SMELL their shit. No joke. The smell of human asshole permeated the car. I just can’t do it again. Never again.

It wasn’t just a poopie diaper smelling fart, the kind of butt air that you know when pushed out went right around feces. No, this was an internal battle in someone’s stomach that was just released on the train. It’s the kind of stinky fart stemming from a night of spicy food and a couple drinks. There are three sleeping subjects near me, but I”m convinced it is my immediate neighbor.

Why is it when someone farts, you automatically think that people will think it’s you? And more importantly, why would do we care? I’m sitting here making a disgusted face, just in case someone turns and thinks it me. I would never fart like that, I promise. See, there I go around, attempting to prove myself to complete strangers.