It’s about 3 1/2 to 4 hours to the beach…by car.
By motorcycle, the ride is about 5 and 1/2 hours. Why so much longer? Because it was cold, and I needed frequent hot chocolate stops. (With Borders gone, I now deem Wawa’s push-button hot chocolate the best.)
And my tushie hurt from sitting on the motorcycle. My tushie may have actually flattened out, so I’ll probably need to buy a Booty Pop to return my behind to its former glory.
By the time we reached Ocean City, I was done with the motorcycle, so we took the OC bus.
The only problem was one other rider on the bus.
Specifically, the homeless guy. More specifically, the passed-out homeless guy. Even more specifically, the passed-out homeless guy who had the worst case of gas ever…or who may have actually gone to the bathroom in his pants.
Imagine the homeless guy passed out dead center of the bus, and everyone else crammed into the very front or very back of the bus with their shirts over the noses as impromptu gas masks. (Because obviously cotton t-shirts block out all odors. I didn’t do that because I’m an adult now dammit. Adults suffer through stench without any expression.)
I want to give him the benefit of the doubt (I felt sorry for him) that it was just flatulence or old cheese nearby, but no else agreed with me. They all claimed he all had an “accident.”
And what if it wasn’t him? What if it was someone else? What if someone smeared smelly, old cheese under his seat and now he was the fall guy?
Whatever happened to he who smellt it, dealt it?
And why were we making fun of this guy? He got a seat on a crowded bus. He’s a visionary. You might even compare him to Rosa Parks.
September 21st, 2011 at 7:44 am
Rode motorcycles in my younger days…love the wild free exhileration as the wind hit me in the face…ahhhhhh…..
September 21st, 2011 at 8:00 am
Oh the OC Bus. I have so many stories. Sorry about Mr. Stinky. That is not a fun bus story, unfortunately.
September 21st, 2011 at 8:08 am
Where the hell were the cops and the bus driver? Like, maybe they should have gotten him out of there!
That’s just gross.
I had a friend who was riding his motorcycle across country. Once he hit Michigan, he had to get off. He was just saturated. After awhile, not only does the tush need a rest, but you’re over all sanity.
September 22nd, 2011 at 9:56 am
I think the bus driver didn’t know what to do. He warned people before they got on the bus (after our stop) and then radioed to dispatch, but I don’t know what they ended up doing.
September 21st, 2011 at 10:06 am
um, seriously though. i’m still not over the borders being gone thing.
best. hot. choco. ever.
winter is gonna suck ballz
September 22nd, 2011 at 9:56 am
Borders cocoa trio being gone is sad, but I really like you’ll be into Wawa’s as a replacement.
September 21st, 2011 at 10:07 am
This is very tragic. We have huge numbers of homeless people in the San Francisco area and it’s a terrible problem, both for the homeless population, and for the regular population.
September 22nd, 2011 at 9:57 am
I can only imagine. I felt bad for him. And for those of us on the bus.
September 21st, 2011 at 10:14 am
I don’t really believe in the rule “who ever smelt it dealt it”. I mean …. you can bring it up if it smells funny.
These rules need to be amended!! Busting Gas rules need to reevaluated for the better of people every where but especially for those in tight closed of places!!
September 21st, 2011 at 11:01 am
I love when people think pulling their shirt over their nose does anything. Its a breathable material people.
Also, as much as this guy probably STUNK, at least he was wearing clothing- ah, every cloud has its silver lining. I distinctly recall being on the subway minding my own business when suddenly out of the corner of my eye I spotted a lot of cluttered bags surrounding a stark naked homeless guy. Or a nudist. Either way, it was very disturbing to see so I popped on my sunglasses (hey, same effect as the shirt over nose technique 😉 )
September 22nd, 2011 at 9:57 am
If he was nude, I’d have gotten off as soon as I got on. Scary!
September 22nd, 2011 at 12:09 pm
Oh you can be sure that the second those doors opened …I JETTED to a different cart.
September 21st, 2011 at 11:04 am
On a recent train trip, there was an odor in our car which reminded one of a sewage plant. Turns out it was a girl who had brought Kimchi with her for her lunch. Just what one should eat in an enclosed train car, full of people.
September 21st, 2011 at 11:20 am
UCHHHH don’t get me started on people who eat smelly food in small enclosed spaces. Have some sense people! You know your food reeks.
September 22nd, 2011 at 9:58 am
Yeah that stinks…literally.
September 21st, 2011 at 11:49 am
Speaking of stinky, why must my 12-year-old fart every single night between 7:15 and 8:36 while on the couch?
September 22nd, 2011 at 9:58 am
He only farts for just over an hour. Consider yourself lucky.
September 21st, 2011 at 12:03 pm
“He who smelt it dealt it” – I haven’t heard that in years! What is it with the male species? My boys are out of control. If I could bottle all their gas I might be able to power my car with it. Wait! That’s an idea! I’ll be back ……
September 22nd, 2011 at 9:59 am
You’ll have to come up with a fun product name.
September 21st, 2011 at 1:28 pm
I haven’t thought about the Wawa (or The Wa) since my sister went to college in New Jersey. Whatta place.
I had the same stinky homeless guy experience on many a NYC subway ride. Nothing clears the sinuses like poop stench.
September 22nd, 2011 at 9:59 am
Ick!
September 21st, 2011 at 6:11 pm
I was once on a first date at an Elton John concert and someone near our seats had god awful gas. Because of “he who smelt it, dealt it,” I was afraid to comment on it. There was never a second date. I wonder if he thought it was me. I’ve often wondered if it was him because he didn’t bring it up either.
September 22nd, 2011 at 10:00 am
Hmmmm…it was probably him.
September 22nd, 2011 at 10:16 am
It’s more fun to blame the stink on someone else. Especially, if they are easily embarrassed, snobby, or just unsuspecting.
September 22nd, 2011 at 11:29 am
It also takes a long time to get from Wyoming to California on a motorcycle for similar, yet opposite, reasons. We rode in August. And stopped at every single town to get something cold to drink. By the time we got to California the logo embroidered on the top of my shoe had heated up so much that it burned into the top of my foot – I had a Notre Dame tattoo for a month!
And I would prefer that to a bus. Ick.
September 23rd, 2011 at 8:05 am
Wow…I won’t ride when it gets that hot.
September 22nd, 2011 at 6:22 pm
I’m sorry about the toot! It happens to the best of us 😉
September 23rd, 2011 at 8:06 am
Sooooo…it was you.
September 22nd, 2011 at 8:54 pm
Eweeeeeeew! But, it also makes me sad to know that fellow Americans can be so down on their luck that they are in that position…with poooey pants.
September 23rd, 2011 at 8:07 am
We suspected he was drunk. So he had money to buy alcohol, but not money to buy food somewhere he could use a “restrooms are for customers only.”
September 22nd, 2011 at 10:24 pm
At least you’re within driving distance to a beach…is all I’m sayin. That’s all I want right now and I’m SO FAR AWAY from an ocean. Dislike.
September 26th, 2011 at 1:49 pm
Wow! That’s not good. One time I was riding the bus, it was dead of winter so all the windows were shut tight. All the riders are adults in suits coming home from a long day, when one of them releases the most noxious fumes I have ever smelled in my entire life! It was so brutal some people were coughing!
I was pissed. No one was passed out or anything, they should have been able to hold it in until they disembarked. Gross slob!