Location:
Northern Line from Euston Station en route to London Bridge
Time: 7:15 PM GMT
I was minding my business during my commute home. I had my
Marks & Spencers purchases on my lap, my backpack on the floor beside my legs, and my purse snug next to me. I was happily reading the final pages of Ian McEwan's
On Chesil Beach, when my nostrils were asssaulted by a passenger who boarded the train at Angel station. She smelled of stale tobacco that she attempted to cover with flowery overpowering fragrant perfume. As my former co-worker LaChrecia used to say, 'honey, you can't cover up funk. It'll just mix with the funk to create more funk!'
Every time this woman exhaled my nostrils were violated by her mere breathing. The air made their way through her tobacco infected lungs creating a toxic carbon dioxide cloud for the other passengers and myself, thus making my commute unbearable. As usual, I counted my minutes to my destination. Only four stops away, but to me it felt like an hour before my nostrils could be free from such enslavement by stale, second-hand, tobacco odor! My nose couldn't help itself but crinkle the entire way. They could no longer remain polite. For everytime this eldery smoker turned the pages of her free copy of the
Evening Standard, the odor of her exhales would be fanned by the turning of the pages. Wafting its way towards me, it invaded my personal space. I could no longer concentrate on my book. Ian would have to wait! All I could see from the corner of my eyes were her discoloured finger nails, yellow at the tips from decades of smoking, skin hanging loosely from her wrinkly and bony hands.
I was her prisoner and little did she know it! At my penultimate stop, more passengers boarded the train, squished together in tacit agreement that we would share this space intimately until we reached our final destination. At the peak of rush-hour our bodies touched one another with the comfort in our minds that this intimacy was ephemeral. When I reached
London Bridge, the elderly woman continued to exhale filling the air around her with stale tobacco stench. I squeezed passed the other passengers finally gaining my freedom once again. Just another day of commuting...