So, I am on the 8 o'clock train and sit next to a gentlemen who smells like he spent a whole day in a house that was just exterminated! The fumes were so bad that I thought I was going to pass out. Some theories:
#1. He grabbed the bug spray instead of his cologne this morning
#2. He just likes smelling like bug spray
#2. Bugs are so attracted to him that his only option to live a decent life is to pour bug spray all over him so the bugs keep their distance.
As soon as we made a stop and people got off the train, I left him and his aroma to search for another seat because I don't want my co-workers to think that I smell like bug spray.
The joys of commuting on the train...