Not Cool: Subway Fart

A new feature topic here on sloweff will be "not cool." Not cool will consist of random observations made while conducting everyday tasks and routines that I deem aren't "cool." Currently I'm on the N,R,W on the way to work on a fantastic Monday morning. The trains crowded, but not overly packed. I'm minding my business, playing brickbreaker, trying to pass the time- when are eerie wofting scent approaches my nostrils. A middle aged man is seated to my left with a newspaper covering his face. I look down, he peers from over the Post and coyly smerks as if he felt guilty about something- the way a kid would smirk after eating the last cookie from the cookie jar. Not cool bro. I'm trying not to slit my wrists as it is and here you are dropping bombs in a subway full of people who probably don't want to smell the onions and meat you had for dinner last night either. To make things worse he rode for 2 stops and just got off as I'm writing this.....the ollllld stink and run- well played sir. Welp, hopefully this has no bearing on the upcoming week.