It's widespread, it's noticeable, it's loud, and it's nasty. It's on the bus and train, almost anywhere you go, at least in my experience. On the seats, on the train car's ground, and, oddly enough, in the air where our nostrils are triggered by the overwhelming scent of piss.
I'm not one to point fingers (which is such bullshit), but the scent is delivered, predominantly, from homeless wanderers to drunken fiends too twisted to walk in a straight line. Some stumble upon the moving CTA property and fire away, while others lay almost unconsciously and bring their dream-like phenomenon of peeing into a reality, drenching their clothes and the space around them. However, it seems oblivious to them when it occurs; but not for the other riders, expressing grand frowns and contempt as they were forced to go with their business, no inclination to inform any of the employees.
Could you imagine the horror the employees must endure when it comes to this? High maintenance and lividness would be the primary factors, but one can't help but wonder on who may have done this, and what was the background tale to support it? I could imagine them exclaiming expletives as they cleaned the muck up, not as curious investigators who inspect up close and personal. "Hey Jimmy, what kind of geek do ya think might've laid some waste here?" and to which the other would potentially reply with, "Who friggin' knows, Scooter! Probably another wasted mutt from Wrigleyville!"
There's not much else to be said here, other than the fact that it strangely seems normal and pretty common to once-and-a-while encounter this fucked phenomenon. There's no escaping it. Expect it. And as a resident from Desolation Row, I say bring some Febreze and don't hesitate on using it. Come on, it'll help everybody.
