I smell me, can you?

While I occasionally carry my own little struggles with not owning a car in Chicago, it has been brought to my attention that others may struggle with my not owning a car in Chicago as well.

Last weekend I did not shower for three days straight, then was due at a cake decorating class (yes, cake decorating) in the middle of the third afternoon. After a morning of being told the water would be fixed and one hour prior to having to catch the bus, I hopped the first cab I saw to my saint of a friend Ian’s apartment to grab a quick shower. Since it was 90 degrees out, the cab driver had the windows up, leaving me no choice but to continuously apologize for “stinking up his cab.” I had worked out twice since my last shower, so I gave him a good tip. God bless that man.

The same embarrassment goes for public transportation. Last night I went to an outdoor bootcamp class and, after an hour of sweating in the summer heat, I hopped a bus home. I only hoped my stench wouldn’t waft too far off my body to the passengers sitting near the aisles. I moved slowly, as to not create a draft as I walked by, then found a seat in my own corner of the bus.