Spare Me Some Money, Dude?
Friday, July 4th, 2008
Unpleasant encounters make an experience fuller and more meaningful. - I and the Filipinas I met working at the Ritz were riding inside the metro when a hulking vagrant dressed in rags hopped in from a station when it stopped. I was seated near the door and on the aisle side. Wafts of the most disgusting odor came with this guy. I tried to avoid eye contact and held my breath hoping he will pass me by quickly. But he stopped and leaned closer to look into my eyes while asking for money. I almost vomited at his face. The smell was so strong like a mixture of decaying organic matter of the grossiest kind, it almost knocked me unconscious. I felt relieved when he moved on to the other passengers. And on the next stop, he was out, but his filthy smell hang in the air like a nightmare.
