As I walked past a bus stop today, one pulled up and opened it's doors. I was instantly assailed by odour d'bus. It's unmistakable. If I'd had my eyes and ears shut I'd still have known a bus had just opened it's doors.
Because it's full of smelly commuters sitting in a bus that was probrably used as a night bus so previously full of drunkards eating chips and kebabs whilst puking and pissing over the seats.
I can still remember, fondly, the long-defunct British trolleybus. It smelt quite different from a diesel bus: there was a definite suggestion of ozone or something like it on the upper deck: whether from sparking from the overhead wires I don't know. Maybe it was the grease applied to the trolley wheels on the ends of the pick-up poles. Anyway: much preferred to the smell of diesel, I used to climb to the top deck from choice, smokers notwithstanding.
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