It's Not Good...

Saturday, on the way to Navy Pier, I took the Blue Line to the Grand Avenue stop. Normal for the most part, except for the single track from Division onward. Oh, and yeah, the homeless lady who just straight up stank like no other.

Woman walks in from the other car, totally looking like a homeless woman what with her nick nack bags and all. Stopping every few rows to bother some poor unsuspecting individual. She gets to where I'm standing on the other side of the train by the door to the other car. I move to let her go, and she stops to give a pound to some stranger who reluctantly does so. But then the smell hits. Seriously. She smelled like urine. Fresh and stale. I got so disgusted that I got nauseous. Had to move to another part of the car. Still then, the stench lingered so much that I feared for my intestinal fortitude. I felt sorry for whomever had to sit by her. Or stand by her. Or be within a wiff of her. That just can't be healthy.