My ex girlfriend and I took a ride into the city yesterday to have an early dinner. The ex decided she wanted to hop cable cars, "for the fun of it". I have to tell you, I am not into doing the tourist thing when I'm in San Francisco. I'd prefer to drive. Anyway, I'm easy, so I agreed. We got a cable car at Hyde St. and proceeded on our merry way. I was looking forward to the Italian meal we were going to enjoy. My ex and I sat down, and at the next stop a huge fat woman sat down beside me. As soon as she settled into her seat I regretted getting on the CC.

The woman smelled like she hadn't scrubbed her ass in ages. She wasn't poor looking, as a matter of fact, she was clutching an expensive purse. The problem was obviously laziness on her part. My ex girlfriend even gave me a funny look as she held her nose. I got up to walk to the other end of the cable car, but the operator of the CC shot me a look that said, stay in your seat fat boy. I sat down fast. I felt all eyes were upon me.

The trip seemed to take an entirety, but eventually we got to our stop. Unfortunately the fat woman got off at the same stop, and even more unfortunately she followed us into the same Italian restaurant and sat down at the table beside us. I could smell her ass aroma, and all I could do was sit there and suffer. I've never smelled such nasty ass funk in my life. I'll bet the woman's size 18 high waisted cotten underwear (just a guess) were raw inside.

My dinner arrived along with an ice cold beer . I told the waiter I'd give him a hundred dollar bill if he brought the woman a bar of soap with her order. The waiter replied, "yeah right, just eat your dinner and stop fucking with the customers".

I left the waiter a bar of used soap from the men's restroom as a tip, but not before I swiped it through the crack of my ass.