the great leslie

I got up early to swim today (although I never actually made it into the pool because I gave my friend who was meeting me the wrong directions, sending both of us walking in circles). I got on the one train about 6:45 a.m., and was instantly greeted (assaulted?) by the smell of a hundred kinds of perfume. 

It wasn't good. But it was sort of interesting. I tried to smell each one separately, but, of course, I couldn't. I imagine the train in the morning always smells like everyone's perfume all mixed together. It was better than a lot of other subway smells, that's for sure.