Smell of the stable
Posted in home, people, public transport on September 24th, 2008 by Danny- On the bike to the station: cigarette smoke at fifty paces behind an electric wheelchair.
- On the platform: a buxom woman in her twenties who’s forgotten her deodorant this morning. I’m sure she’s a turn-on to someone, somewhere.
- On the train: a woman smelling of candy, chewing with her mouth open whilst talking loudly to her mobile phone. A young man in KLM ground crew uniform about to start his shift, wearing plenty of fresh aftershave. Not a window in sight.
- Getting in at Schiphol: a family combo. Mother wears patchouli, daughter chews a banana. Like being slowly clubbed to death by hippies.
- On the ferry: brackish water, more cigarettes. Inside, the air is stale but smoke-free.
- On the bike in Noord: the smell of the stable.
