As I sat down on the crowded subway car during my morning commute, I couldn't help but notice the strong odor of body odor and stale cigarette smoke that filled the air. I looked around to find the source of the stench and saw a group of four women occupying the entire row of seats in front of me. They were all dressed in tight, revealing clothes that accentuated their large bodies and ample curves. They laughed loudly and gestured animatedly as they talked amongst themselves.
One woman in particular caught my eye; she had long, luscious black hair that cascaded down her back and shimmered under the harsh fluorescent lights. Her skin was a deep rich brown, contrasting beautifully with the bright pink lipstick she wore. Her body was curvalicious, with generous hips that seemed to go on forever and an ass that would make J-Lo jealous. Despite the heat of the enclosed space, she sported a pair of form-fitting yoga pants that clung to her every curve, leaving little to the imagination.
As the train jerked into motion, I couldn't help but watch as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Suddenly, there was an audible gurgling sound, followed by an even more pungent odor. To my horror, she let out an earth-shattering fart that filled the car with its rancid stench. The other women giggled awkwardly before she let out a "phew-phew," as if relieved. Undeterred, she pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her purse and lit one up, taking long, deep drags. The acrid smoke filled the car faster than I could react.
I sank into my seat, mortified by both the smells and sounds, hoping it would pass quickly. Instead, it seemed to embolden the woman, who began to chat more loudly with her friends. They shared stories of parties they'd been to and meals they'd eaten until eventually, I heard another gurgling sound. This time, instead of farting, she let out a long, wet fart that echoed throughout the car. The smell was nauseating—a combination of booze and rot that made me want to vomit.
My embarrassment turned to anger as I glanced around at the other commuters, most of whom were doing their best to ignore what was happening. Some covered their noses, while others shot annoyed looks at the women. But the women seemed oblivious, continuing to enjoy themselves as they laughed and talked about their latest escapades.
Finally, the train lurched to a stop, and I made a break for it. I fled the train car, gasping for fresh air and vowing never to ride during rush hour again. As I exited, I saw the group of women waiting on the platform, still laughing and carrying on as if nothing had happened. They were a disgusting display of crass behavior and complete disregard for others.
From that day on, I learned to avoid crowded trains during peak hours. And whenever I saw a group of women dressed like those shameless women, I couldn't help but remember their disgusting display of shitting, smoking, farting, and pissing. It left an unpleasant taste in my mouth and an even worse smell in my nostrils.
