A strange thing happened on my way to work...

It's tax season so I was working today. Due to improvements being done along the #7 line, the MTA dumps all passengers off at 74th Street to hop the E, F or R train for passage into the city over the weekends. I dashed down to the platform as the F pulled in this morning.

What luck!

I get in, the car isn't even half full!

What luck!

I make my way over to the available seats when it hits me, a stench so cruel that I felt the bile rise from my stomach. Reverse peristalsis was eminent unless I retreated. I fixed my gaze briefly upon the epicenter of the putrid odor, a man sprawled across seven seats! He was laying across three, his feet extended to two others, and his belongings on two seats across from him. Of course he wanted complete comfort while laying there, so his shoes were off.

I made my way to the furthest corner of the train. I can see the disgust on the faces of the other passengers as they fled the vile scene. Luckily this was an express train and it was fairly quick before I was at the 63rd Street and Lexington Avenue stop. I got off the train and didn't think much more of it.

That is, until a little later in the day. I was listening to the news when a report came on about a decomposing corpse of a man was discovered on an uptown bound F train.

WHAT?!?!?!

Could that smelly person from the morning have been a rotting corpse? I shudder to think!