PU at GCT

I'm just wondering how they manage to concentrate all the PUTRID ASS-FUNK OF DEATH into one corner of the subway stop in Grand Central. The stench there is so bad sometimes I actually consider barfing to make it smell better.

And the beautiful irony of it is that, for quite a while, actually, Clorox was running a billboard campaign in that corner (which, these days means running a put-it-on-any-remotely-solid-surface-and-call-it-a-billboard campaign).

"Let them share dreams, not germs." Yeah, let them share PUTRID ASS-FUNK OF DEATH, not the sweet, sweet bleachy smell of chlorine.