From Gothamist
Either I have a strong stomach or that I'm sadly used to the stench that it didn't faze me, but I endured a nasty smell emitting from a person for forty minutes on a Q train.
I should've known something was wrong right from the beginning when I noticed the subway car was nearly empty as it arrived into the Canal St station. When I walked in and finally realized what was going on, it was too late. The train started pulling out of the station and onto the Manhattan Bridge. I now had to wait until DeKalb Ave before I could switch cars. I wonder if this was one of those situations where it was okay to use the side exits on the ends of the subway cars.
When the train got to DeKalb Ave I had the chance to move to the next car, but seeing as how I had a seat and the smell wasn't absolutely unbearable, I decided to stay put with the handful of others and rode in the smelly car. It was an interesting trip testing my resilience and strength to withstand the foul odor, but I don't want to do this again.
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