By the way… Smelly armpits…
Thank god it isn’t summertime yet but one of my major gripes going on the tube in rush hour is the point when you are squashed like tuna in a can on the train and the person next to you is holding on with his arms raised. This happened today with a tall man next to me so my nose was stuck in his armpits. So wished I could be as tall as Shaq O’Neil.
There is a reason why deodrant was invented, so that I don’t have to smell those armpits.
Think I’ll bring some deodrant with me ony next journey. Until then have a nice Saturday all.