I was the stinky deli lady

and there I was. hopped on the train after doing all the am stuff I was supposed to do....

made the kid lunch
made and packed my health diet lunch
ate b-fast
remembered book
dressed
got tampax
got to work before 8:30
prepped the gym bag
checked bank account :(
got out the fucking door

I walked to bart (ick) and was feeling sort of thin. All was going well. As I trotted down the stairs to get the SF train I caught a wiff of deli and quickly scanned the crowd in order to find the offender and avoid them. But as I moved quickly down the platform the scent was gone and I felt like I had dodged a minor bullet.

I sat down mid-car and when I opened my bag to get my funny funny Christopher Moore book, I was assaulted by the pungent oder of my healthy healthy diet lunch. I quickly moved to cover it up but then as the train ride progressed I could see the other riders start to notice it. Some looking around suspiciously, my seat-mate shifting strangely and giving me the eye. That is when it dawned on me.

I was the stinky deli lady. It was me. I reeked.

It was humbling. I now must invest in some kind of smell proof way to get my onion ladden lunches to work. Once can't flirt on the train if you smell like a sandwich.