The dashboard widget said 8 minutes, so I power-walked. As I slid onto one of the last non-senior seats on the bus, I caught a whiff of rubber cement.
The last time I smelled rubber cement on the bus, I was sitting next to the same person.
The smell was not entirely unpleasant. It reminded me of when I used to decorate my Chandler’s assignment notebook in high school, cutting out strange pictures from magazines and pasting them on the pages.
And so I catalogued one more smell that will not make me give up my seat on the bus.