'Sorry if I offend.' she said quietly. <br />'Offend? ' I asked quizzically. <br />'Your sensitivities, ' she replied. <br />We were strap-hanging in a <br />crowded bus on a very hot day. <br /> <br />Her slim tanned arms merged <br />into damp unshaven pits. <br />'I never use deodorants, and my <br />olfactory offends some people.' <br /> <br />'Doesn't offend me, ' I said. <br />'In fact I rather like that funky <br />woman smell.' <br /> <br />'Really? ' she smiled. <br />'Yes, really, ' I confirmed. <br />Ours was the next stop.<br /><br />jerry hughes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crowded-bus/
