The P6 wasn't too crowded. At least one person per row, but it wasn't a packed bus. The person behind me is giving off just a little underarm odor, but only a little. I'm sitting there thinking, it's not so bad, it could be worse, some kind of baby powder overkill layered on top of under-breast sweat and unwashed hair. And then I look down and see this lovely bit of personal grooming detritus:
And a close up:
Mmmm, yellow! After taking the photos, I look up to get my bearings, see if I'm at my stop. And there, above, I see this decrepit poster:
Next stop, healthy living! I said, NEXT STOP, please!