The Gauntlet

So I was on the train the other day...

...and coming back late, I ran into a hobo. Meh, "No big deal," I thought as there are always hobos on the train at night. That night however, I must have pissed off some deity because as I was making my way towards the end car, each preceding car had more hobos than the previous one. It was clearly a test of wills and before I could reach the final car, I had to wait in a car containing no less than 8 sleeping hobos.

 Something like this, but pretend it was their funk that was clubbing me.

Each had their own separate funk and eventually it combined into something so amazingly terrible, the thought of it still keeps me up at night. Everyone knows that hobo funk is released mainly while they are sleeping. 8 hobos, though? That may have been too much.

When I reached the final car, it hit me: I had just run a Gauntlet of Hobos and my lungs would never be the same.