Scenes From Public Transport

'Slim'

This guy was on my bus home last night.

It amazes me how people really let themselves go.

Sometimes I wonder if they have touched-in-the-head-issues.

The worst part?

He reeked.

I could smell his B.O. wafting over in my direction whenever the bus driver opened the front door to board new passengers.

It was so bad, I though about moving back further in the bus, or even getting off early and just walk the rest of the way.

I don't know if you can tell from the pic, but his belly actually over-flowed into a cascading bulbous flap over the edge of the seat, and past his knees.

Which is where I saw something just as, if not more, grody.

His legs.

I don't know if he has diabetes because of his obviously poor health, or gout, but let me tell you, I have seen better skin on zombies.

His legs were fish-belly white but decorated with a bevy of crimson-red open sores, and heliotrope scars.

Ack.

Ick.

It's making my skin crawl again just thinking about it.

I wanted to feel sorry for him, but I can't.

I have tried to write out why I can't, but each time I do, it sounds pithy.

So I'll just drop it.

But, suffice it to say, if I get any where over 5 pounds over my target weight, I am working my arse off [literally] to get back down to where I want to be.