A submitted story!
July 26th, 2007The following story was sent as a submission for the blog, and it is great. If you have a story, drop us a line at

Yesterday evening on my way home from a long day at work, I am as usual scrambling to get on the metro.
You were there, and gave me a look. Not the usual huffy “get out of my way look.”
Not the look of “I think I’ll mentally undress you.”
Nor was it the look of a lost tourist trying to decide if you’re a nice person and a ‘local’ who will give them honest directions, instead of the last jerk who sent them way out to Largo for shits and giggles.
No. I didn’t recognize this look, but if I had, I would have immediately retreated, offered the seat to someone else, and stood the entire ride to King Street. If only I had known.
What a surprise it was then when I sat down, elated to have gotten the only open seat, but quickly realizing that the reason you gave me that look, was that I SAT IN YOUR FART. Your fresh fart, still warm and really gross and smelly. It was by far one of the grossest experiences of my life.
To you metro farter, I hate you.

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