oh right, i forgot why i didnt want to post...blogger is so damn blubbly now. and too many buttons to click

anyhoo..i wonder if there is ever a polite way to tell someone they STINK. heres the story. so i came back to kingston after the long weekend and took coach canada instead of driving back cuz..my parents were paranoid that it was gonna pour (actually it was forecasted but never did end up pouring) and i would slam into a tree (or a mac truck).

anyways, so whatever that wasnt a big deal. i got on the bus and sat near the back - sorta the first row of seats just in front of the washroom. 2 seconds after i sat down i was like "holy cow, WHAT is that smell??" at first i thought it was coming from the washroom, except that it never smells like that. well i got up and moved anyways just in case. then, the cause of this putridfying smell came out of the washroom. HE was the reason. to help you better understand the extent of this paralyzing odour, imagine someone peeing on themselves for ... however many YEARS and NEVER taking a bath. seriously, the homeless people in downtown TO dont smell this bad. have you ever been around little boys, usually toddlers, with jam hands and sometimes smelling like urine? well, like that only 100 times worse. it was bad. it was nauseating. it was 2 fucking hours trapped in a seat 4 rows ahead of him. heh, funny sight was that everyone had their coats around their head or just covering their noses (same with me).

and yea, speaking of 2 hrs, he had went up to the driver to chat for the first 30 mins of the trip. so i think the driver took pity on us and floored it all the way to kingston. picture this: bus arrived at 6pm, we made a brief stop at Whitby GO station, and arrived at Kingston bus terminal at exactly 8pm. thats insane, but much appreciated. of course it felt..nay..it smelt..much longer than that.

there were other stories/rants that i had from this weekend, but this one topped them all.
(that and im lazy)