At the Max train near the bus mall headed to the Rose Quarter, a very heavyset woman stepped onto the train.
She labored up the steep steps, she was dressed in midnight blue garb from head to toe.
As she got to the top of the steps a stiff, arctic, breeze blew up from behind her and filled the whole car with the sickest sweet smell ever.
She filled the bus with the smell of sweat and perfume,
I saw the invisible wave of unpleasantness pour across the car, she seemed to notice too, clearly embarrassed, she retreated back out of the car and onto another.
I felt bad for her.
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