It occurs to me, sitting here, en route to downtown… as the aisle is lined with standing standing commuters, backpacks, satchels, purses; holding on for dear life. That dryer sheets are a beautiful thing. We stand, sir, lean so close together… and early in the morning; that there are a lot of strange smells.
I am quite lucky that, this morning, I am jammed between two people who have used dryer sheets… no strange smells. Thank goodness.