What is under all that cologne? (Red Line Cambridge)
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Date: 2009-05-02, 1:44PM EDT
Every morning I ride the red line. Every morning it’s the same damn thing. The train pulls up, the doors woosh open, and the smell of a hundred cologne dipped bodies wafts it’s way on to the platform. I have to fight my way through the miasma of conflicting scents to get to a seat. Talc, musk, flower, pheromone stench seeps its way into my pores and sticks to my clothes. The smell is almost intoxicating, as I ride through seven stops of stinky on my way to work. I finally get to my destination, relieved that I no longer have to smell the warring oral factory personalities on the train. What a relief. Isn’t it odd that I’d rather smell the stench of Boston at low tide, than the red line on Monday morning? What are you hiding that you need to cover it under all that cologne? Are you some kind of stinky human hybrid? One that needs to mask it’s scent with a good dousing a Stetson? Did you forget to shower this morning and thus, must cover your body odor? What exactly is under all that cologne?
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Tags: boston, cambridge, cologne, MBTA, public transportation, Red line, stinky
