It never fails. At least once a week I'm subjected to someone's rectal terrorism during my commute to or from work. Look, man, this shit is crowded. We are all cramped, impatient, and a little on edge. Just hold that monster at bay, please. I beg you.
Why am I so pissed? Simple. Because no matter what... everyone always looks to me as if I'm the culprit. Because I'm a big guy. I have enough anxiety as it is and now I have to be judged in silence for something I know very well I didn't do yet I can't be vocal in my own defense. I have to sit there and pretend like I notice nothing even though I know very well why everyone is shifting uncomfortably in their seats. All because a waft of Satan himself has graced their nostrils.
And there you are... snickering in the corner ... you skinny, tofu-eating gastrointestinal nightmare.
Shame on you.
-Jonesy
