Pink Trash Travels


I'm Just Sayin'

While I was sitting on the train today on my way home from another pathetic workout due to my everlasting cold, I realized two things:

(1) People smell. And for some reason, it seems train people smell worse than others. That, or because at times we're stacked on top of one another, we get a closer whiff. Either way, don't these people know they smell? If I even sense an odd odor on me or any of my clothes, I quickly resolve the problem. Apparently others don't. I think they should.

(2) I can't imagine backpacking through Europe. A group of "kids" boarded with backpacks, tents, stuffed animals and pillows. They could barely squeeze through the door. That experience just sounds horrid. Most likely, they're staying in a hostel. "No way!" I say. If I'm going to backpack through Europe, I'll make sure there's a room at the Four Seasons where I can respectfully plop down my bag and make my way to the spa.