21 April / 08.34am / Northern Line
Today I got farted on. By a complete stranger. It got blasted through the gap between the glass partition at the end of the front row of seats. It happened three stops after I got a seat at Clapham North (a rare occurrence which had lulled me into a false sense of security.) A man (of Mediterranean descent?) got on, leaned against the glass and let one off. It was a grade 3 S.B.V.
What can you do?
I trod on his toe and stared at him on the way out at London Bridge.
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