scallion or onion breath,
Chinese Food breath,
Indian Curry or "whateva the f*ck they use to cook with" breath.
Geezus. I mean I can only hold my breath for so long.
Oh and let's not forget those who come on the bus who are a COMPLETE FUNK PACKAGE.
I'll be honest - at first I thought it was me because have a cat too. I freaked and started to frantically sniff my own shyt to double check - my shirt, my bra, my bag. My face had that "Where is that shyt coming from?" expression. I think this lady sitting behind me thought it was me too because she sprayed some pocket perfume in the air.
"Hold up, it's not me! It's her! It's her!"
I was guilty of funk by association.
Silent scream. I put my hand on my forehead and prayed.
"Jesus please. I don't ask for much, but please send a thunderbolt of Febreeze down on this bus this morning. Please lawd please."
Now I understand why people wear face masks on the subway sometimes. At first I used to say to myself that it wasn't that serious when I saw people with them, but umm, now I see that it is.