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Chanel No CO338

How much perfume does it take to be too much?

My friends recently told me a story that happened on their trip to Florida. A woman who was sitting next to another woman was being super sensitive to the perfume the other was wearing. Sensi-woman was so perturbed about the perfume that she had asked to get her seat moved. According to my friends, they didn't smell anything and it was obvious the sensi-woman was trying to be dramatic.

Last Thurday as I was on the train home, a woman behind me was wearing too much perfume ->To the point where my nostrils were burning, begging for reprieve. Just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, I hear the familiar sound of a spray bottle. "OH NO SHE DIDN'T" I thought. Yes, she did. She has just added another layer to the horrible smell. Thankfully, I was close to being home.

What ever happened to a spritz or two? This is why I won't wear perfume on the train. It's just not fair to other people. When is enough - enough?

I paid for that seat - NOW MOVE

No commuting for me last week - It was a trip to Key West!


I work hard but I play harder. After a terrible week at work, I boarded the train to Newark Airport and was on the first flight to Miami, Fl.

Since I was running a little bit late, I was one of the last people to get on the flight. This was fine for me since I didn't have to wait for the plane to arrive (It was also about 6:00 am) When I got on the flight, I noticed two girls in their early 20's giggling. One of them was in my very expensive window seat.

As I approached them, I could tell they had already sized me up. No makeup, hair in a ponytail, and in my comfy clothes. They, on the other hand, were in full armor with their acrylic nails, face paint, and Channel purses.

I asked them if they were in the correct seat. I was supposed to be in 7F. They just stared at me like I was from another planet. Finally, the one in the window seat huffed. I said, sorry hon, there is no way I'm trading a middle seat for a window. Apparently they had reshuffled a bunch of people to get that seat combo.

I finally get to sit in my perfect window seat and brunette screams to Blondie now sitting behind her. "At least SOME people are nice."

Next time when daddy pays for a plane ticket, make sure he confirms your seat BEFORE.

Shhh....Be Quiet.....Listen.

I don't understand the point of cell phone ringers. All the phones that I have come in contact with all have a vibrate function. If your cell phone is on your belt or near you, why bother use the ringer? Do you really need the entire train to hear your ringtone for bootylicious?

The ride in today was a mashup of rings, songs, and beeping. I really don't understand the need for this unless you are at home and don't have the phone with you.

Why people -> WHY?

Breath, Breath, now HOLD!

I do it without even realizing I'm doing it.

I have a system for not smelling my fellow commuters.

As I navigate through the trains, passage ways, subways, and stairs, I am assessing the best way to get through. Another thing that I do is determine how smelly the person walking in the opposite direction is and hold my breath until I feel it is safe to breathe again.


Generally, I do this to avoid smelling the homeless people or the super high maintenance rich woman that drown themselves in perfume. You also get accustomed to the high odor areas of the subways where the public bathrooms, aka break in the wall, are.

So for all of you out there-> Breath, Breath, HOLD will help maximize the time you can hold your breath.


Good luck!

American Idol this is not

Tonight was karakoe night on the train. It was a pretty quiet train when all of a sudden I hear

"Drivin' that train

High on cocaine

Casey Jones you betterwatch your speed

Trouble ahead

Trouble behind

and you know that notion

just crossed my mind"

coming from behind me. The entire train turned around to look at the schmuck. Do you think he stopped? Nope...Just sang the same verse even louder.

Ha Ha..Funny one..You sang a song that references a train and being high.

Sigh...If looks could kill.

Thanks, Now can I have my seat back?

Today I missed the train by a minute.  That means only one thing -> Semi-express home.

The ride was pretty uneventful with standing room only until Metro Park.  (Since I'm a pro, I have an inner two-seater)  However, the train is almost completly empty afterward for the next three stops.  Now at this point, I'm jammed against the window scrolling though my blackberry -> You would think that the guy next to me would spread out to the 20 empty three-seaters around us.  Nope.  He's just stays right next to me the entire time.   He even had his own ticket.

Thanks Dude.  I appreciate it.