Before I worked up the courage to fly, I had to take greyhound from N. Virginia to S. Texas, which is almost a 48 hour trip. A handful of people were going in the same direction and were on the same buses. By the end of the trip, I am sure that they smelled like that homeless man. I am positive that I did. Could you believe that our drivers just fought through the smell and got us all to our destination safely? Those greyhound drivers are pretty hardcore.