Riding the bus

Well getting on the bus is always a new experience. First off I am so glad I bought the 30 euro September bus pass and I will be getting one for October November and December because I probably use it at least 4 or 5 times a day. Getting on the bus this morning I am pretty sure Dave and I were the only ones that had showered or brushed our teeth in the last 48 hours, or had clean clothes on. I don't know what is with people and not smelling good here. We are on the bus smashed in like sardines and the guy 2 inches from one side of my face I am pretty sure he ate his own crap for breakfast and the woman whos hair was at my chin, I can't even begin to tell you what the hair smelled like or the amount off greese and thing stuck in it. Seriously. The constant smell of BO is getting prretty normal, They havent showered but they managed to put on their DG sunglasses and their designer clothes, who knows maybe they were the same clothes daily. For some reason the old Italian people (who smell twice as bad) hate backpacks well maybe not all of them but I have seen them point with disgust and then complain to the other people around them, if I only spoke Italian I would say "lady your sack of old junk is taking up a lot more room then my bag so why don't you sit back and possibly get a shower in in the next couple days and maybe get that go-tee of yours takin care of" to put it nicely. I thought I would try and write about what goes through my head but don't say sometimes not that its any different then in the USA but thought it might get some laughs. Sometimes the buses are enjoyable.