Deep Thoughts

After my car died I have yet again experienced the joys of the London public Transit system.
I had to go to the mall last night for some last minute birthday stuff, and it finally occurred to me what the bus smells like.
I have, over the course of my bus travels, always detected an undertone of something. A' je ne sais quois' if you will. I have many a time tried to pinpoint exactly what the odour is to no avail.

But last night, I think I did it.

It's as if "Welfare" went to the "Sense of Entitlement" Restaurant and ate something bad and got a good case of the "Absence of dignity" bug.

The London Transit system smells like the absence of dignity.


*One would think that the absence of something could not possibly have a smell. One would be wrong.