Observations Underground | Olfactory Overload

Seated on my right is a slim, suited chap wearing too much cologne. On my left, is a hefty t-shirted bloke wearing not enough deoderant, if any at all. I am only half-way through the journey to work which now feels like way too long to be sitting here with my senses assaulted. I close my eyes and picture the coffee I will buy as my reward for the completed commute.