The smell of success

So I was riding the bus on my way to the train station. I was a bit discombobulated because I had not slept very much the previous night. The lady bus driver on my route was late as usual by about a minute. You may say that is not much and call me "anal" or "picky" but those minutes add up when you are trying to catch the connecting train. Luckily the train was late as well. My issues for the day did not start until I boarded the train. Why does this train smell like onions? Wait. It's worse than that. It smells like an onion, smothered in onions with and onion sauce made from caramelized onions with a side of onion rings and a glass of onion juice with a scallion in it. OMG! Can I withstand this all the way to 55th St? I look around to see if I can guess who is wearing "Ode de Onion" cologne but by the time I nearly figured it out the smell distracted me long enough to make it to my stop.