Thank God for deodorant
Every time the Southend train is cancelled all hell breaks loose. All the poor commuters rush into the first wagon heading north/east-ish-wards and pile themselves up against each other as if it was a horizontal Tetris game.
Among those souls was your humble GranPatranha, trying to find a place in the first random train that could take me somewhere near home. The train was, as you could imagine packed to the top, so I ended up estrategically situated under three armpits - none of them mine. When I realised my delicate situation I started to fear that I would have to spend 40 minutes partaking of the most intimate smells of my train companions (and we hadn't even been introduced!).
An awful scenario, huh?
Among those souls was your humble GranPatranha, trying to find a place in the first random train that could take me somewhere near home. The train was, as you could imagine packed to the top, so I ended up estrategically situated under three armpits - none of them mine. When I realised my delicate situation I started to fear that I would have to spend 40 minutes partaking of the most intimate smells of my train companions (and we hadn't even been introduced!).
An awful scenario, huh?
But no, hold on, there were no seats, the train was packed, we had to stand close to each other, one arm over the other, and... they did NOT smell... at all! Behold! Inhale! Not a trace of smell!
So it was there that I had an epiphany; the sudden realisation of how we take for granted the little things in life. Imagine our hairy, smelly and uncouth primeval ancestors... how would have coped in a crowded train? I don't know, but evolution means that it is possible to survive continued exposure to such unfriendly environment without being left scarred for life (or for the next 40 minutes).
Think of the little luxuries of modern life that we take for granted... think deodorant.
So it was there that I had an epiphany; the sudden realisation of how we take for granted the little things in life. Imagine our hairy, smelly and uncouth primeval ancestors... how would have coped in a crowded train? I don't know, but evolution means that it is possible to survive continued exposure to such unfriendly environment without being left scarred for life (or for the next 40 minutes).
Think of the little luxuries of modern life that we take for granted... think deodorant.
It's not really a question of having a working deodorant. It's a question of people actually using it. That's definately an invention to be greatful for.
Posted by
kleine__hexe |
6:40 am
you are right, I should have also noted that they should have possibly been grateful for my using deodorant, even though one of them was more concerned with whether I was using a bra or not, taking on account the fixation with my cleavage ;)
Posted by
Granpatranha |
4:07 pm
Hihihihi, which reminds me of a wonderful (please get the irony) travel companion on a train to Cologne once. She sat down opposite me with her baby, she looked shattered. Baby screamed, she unbuttonned her dress and breastfed, nothing too uncommon, one might think. Weeeeeeeeell, she didn't wear a bra, she fell asleep while baby was drinking. Baby fell asleep as well and lost intrest in breast, well, let's just say I concentrated on the passing landscape.
Posted by
kleine__hexe |
7:50 am