Train Conversations

Me (on the phone): Want to hear about my day at work?

Friend: Sure. Why not.

Me: I got yeast and some sort of baking acid sprayed on me, now I smell like a litter box.

Friend: Ewwwwwwww

Me: A litter box that has been sprayed down with water and left in a humid, dark place.

Lady sitting next to me gets up and walks to another train car.

Me: Ahhh that's better.

Friend: What? What just happened? Did the smell get worse?

Me: No, I just wanted to stretch out and relax, I actually was in meetings all day.

Friend: You're a sick bastard.