Saturday, May 08, 2010

Night bus

The guy next to me seemed to have no qualms about splaying his legs and adjusting/scratching his, uh.. 'business' through the trip. Mildly disconcerting.

Perhaps more disturbingly; the smell of burnt sausages (seriously: BBQ style) seemed to get stronger and more pervasive over time.

Please someone have a valid explanation.

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