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Do I smell?


Yup, that's my underarm. And those are my chins.

Yup, that's my underarm. And those are my chins.

Yesterday on the subway I had a bit of a George Costanza experience.  I sat down next to a guy, and one stop later a woman sat down on my right.  At the next stop she got up, and moved across from me.  I didn’t think much of it.

Somebody else took her spot almost immediately.  At the next stop, this woman slid over a few feet to another empty spot.  This seemed weird – I was unable to hold onto a seat mate.

Another woman sat down, and she didn’t even wait a whole stop to get away from me: about thirty seconds later she got up and stood for the rest of her ride.  By this point I was like WTF?  Do I smell?  I hadn’t eaten anything weird, and even if I had I hadn’t breathed on any of these women.  I had gone for a jog a couple hours before, and after that I stank something bad (new sweat on top of the humid sweat from the day before – not pretty!).  But I got a good shower, put on deodorant and everything.  Did I still stink?  Did the shower not take?  (That’s where the Costanza reference comes in – he sweats through an important meeting because his post-workout shower didn’t take.)

After getting off the subway I snuck a furtive sniff under my arm, masking it as rubbing my cheek against my shoulder with my hands full (probably wasn’t fooling anybody).  I couldn’t smell anything, but you can’t always smell your own stink, right?  I was just hoping that I’d run into somebody I knew where I was headed.  Luckily I ran into a whole room full of people I knew, so being me (obnoxious and shameless) I just walked up to a table and asked my friends if I smelled.  I mean, if your friends won’t tell you, then you’re kind of screwed, right?

They said I smelled fine, so it’s a mystery.  And thinking back on some of the people I’ve sat next to on the subway, people who practically made me gag, I think I’d have to smell pretty damn bad for three people to give up their seats!  And what about the guy to my left?  He stayed put for the whole ride.

I also saw three dead birds on my way to that subway ride.  Coincidence?  An omen?  It’s all weird.

I’m off to get a shower.

Originally posted on Selfish Mom. All opinions expressed on this website come straight from Amy unless otherwise noted. Please visit Amy’s Full Disclosure page for more information. Amy also blogs at Filming In Brooklyn, Behind the Screen, and the NYC Moms Blog.

Mohamed at Subway, I’m calling you out

I’m over on the NYC Moms Blog today, bitching about the completely shitty treatment I got at Subway over the weekend.  It feels good to embarrass someone publicly.  Hmmm.  Not sure this is a good color on me.

In this economy, Subway can’t afford to dis my kid

And yes, I’m aware that I misspelled “diss.”  Spellcheck doesn’t work on slang.  Go ahead, dis me for it.

Originally posted on Selfish Mom

Continental rubbed my belly

NYC Subway advertisingI saw these ads for continental.com yesterday at Grand Central Station.  I don’t take the subway often from Grand Central, so for all I know they’ve been there for years, but this was the first time I had noticed ads on a subway turnstile.

I’m all for being creative and using new ideas for the MTA to make money, as long as the turnstiles don’t ever start looking like a NASCAR race car, covered with dozens of ads – if they ever covered the whole thing, I think I’d prefer one ad that wrapped around the whole turnstile.  But I digress.  I was on the F train yesterday and roughly half of the ads were out of date.  Not just a little out of date, but months old.  There were several ads for movies that aren’t in theaters any more, and at least half a dozen for the NYC Waterfalls (a complete mess of a tourist attraction that was scheduled to close last October, but I think might have closed even earlier than that due to complaints about saltwater blowing back and killing trees).

So before the MTA decides to put ads in new and exciting places, they should focus on selling the space they’ve already got ads on.  With so many people on the subway listening to music but not reading anything, it really is good ad space.  I’m annoyed that the MTA is once again talking about raising subway fares when they’re obviously not doing all they can to make money in other ways.

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