Why I now stand at the back of the bus thanks to a guy eating chili on the 7:15 in Chicago
Last Tuesday on the 7:15 bus down Michigan Ave, a guy two seats up cracked open a full container of chili and went to town. By the time we hit Wacker, the smell had taken over the whole back half of the bus and a woman near me started gagging into her scarf. I moved to the very last row after that and now I just stay standing by the rear door no matter how many open seats I pass. Has anyone else picked a permanent spot on their route because of one gross moment like that?