Word to the wise: before you take that empty seat, check for the butt sweat streak.

I was standing (as per fucking usual) on the C this morning, and as the train was pulling into Broadway/Lafayette I noticed the lummox sat next to wherer I stood was shifting - an obvious indication that she was getting off at this stop. She stood, I made the quick judgment as to whether I could grab it before anyone else, and I realized that this day, the Britblogger would be seated for the next few stops to Times Square.

Then I spotted it.

Glistening like a bald man’s head in the summer sun… a 6 inch butt sweat streak.

I have no idea where she’d boarded the train, but her crack must have been sweating like a good ‘un for plenty of time for her shit stink to seep through her knickers (assuming she wasn’t going Commando) and her pants, and through to the plastic seat.

As any normal human being will undoubtedly know, any kind of sweat on a solid surface should dissipate over a brief period of time… I want you to know, this thing stayed there for 3 and a half subway stops - from Broadway/Lafayette to almost West 4th Street.

If you find yourself with the golden opportunity of grabbing an empty seat on the New York City subway, do yourself a favor and check for damp. Remember, that shit can’t be odorless.

[shudders]