Now I don’t want to speak too soon but it really does seem as though summer in London is finally here. Yay 🙂 !! And as the temperatures rise there is only one thing that darkens those summer days for me and that is the funk-fest that is our public transport on a hot day.
Rush hour travel, especially on the Underground, is a special kind of personal hell to me in the summer; personal space is a myth as is personal hygiene for
some many! I’m particularly peturbed by those people who first thing in the morning, are on public transport, going to work or wherever smelling like the inside of a homeless persons shoe *dry wretches at the thought*
Not only do I not have time for this kind of assault on my nasal airways on a daily basis I really don’t even get how and why it still happens in this day and age?! I mean in an age of indoor bathrooms, washing machines and 48-hour deodorant *raises eyebrow* (that’s another post for another day!) how is it still possible to leave your house rocking major, built-in, I-can’t-believe-you-can’t-smell-yourself, pure unadulterated funk?!
Not only does this piss me off when I have to be the one pressed up against these odourous offenders I’m also confused as to why a loved one, a colleague, somebody, anybody (!) close to these people hasn’t told them, or at least dropped heavy enough hints for them to clean up their act, literally!! I know I would. Any friend that came around me smelling like Eau de wet dog with a top note of dried sweat would get a straightforward: sniff and a head shake before being asked to take it right back to the bathroom… Personal hygiene is not a damn lifestyle choice and this is not even about me being #bougie!
With the sun out and the Olympics set to begin in 2 days time the cramped oppresive regime that is my home – work – work – home commute is about to get a lot worse, and so I appeal to all you smellies, for the love of God and all things good, step up your bathe game. And to all you friends of the smellies, have a kind word because nobody, especially not me, has time for death by underarm on the Underground! In fact in the words of Miss Sweet Brown, aint nobody got time for that!!