I boarded the downtown 6 train from E. Harlem. I noticed an emptier train car with a group of people hovering by the doors covering their noses. It seemed kind of odd, but whatever. I saw the cause of this smell after boarding.
A homeless man was lying down on a whole subway bench.
He smelled like super powered fungus left in a locker room for a month.
It was bad but bearable. Or so I thought...
The smell was emitting at lightning speeds of increasing magnitude. It was like the train was accelerating and feeding the smell. Impossible!
There were invisible vapors warping and destroying the air around him.
People were covering their noses, pointing and desperately scrambling to switch train cars at every stop.
The smell had pierced my nasal threshold. I had finally hit my breaking point 4 stops in, I moved towards the door to switch cars. I looked over at the other car and saw a group of gawkers in the car in front of us, pointing and laughing. This cracked me up because they sadistically watched people suffer through the smell that they had endured earlier.
Anyways, we hit the next stop and I switched over to the car of gawkers.
I have to say that smell was so foul. I had no idea it would've gotten so bad when I boarded that train.