Noxious gases

Ahhh, the trole (that's a trolley for you northern hemisphere folk). It's a love/hate relationship. I love it because it's easy to figure out (unlike those tricky busses), it's cheap (only 25 cents!), and I feel pretty chevere (cool) and travel saavy when I'm taking it...almost like a real Ecuatorian...then I look at my untanned skin, blatantly obvious "tourist shoes" and see the other people gawking at me and the jig is up, but still. When do I hate the trole? When the trole men make an "Em corndog" out of me and I greatly fear that someone will steal my glucometer (diabetes shtuff). Yesterday I subtracted another point from the trole when, while attempting to not to get on one of those news reports where people are stampled to death, a noxious gas dissipated through the air. It burned the nose, caused the eyes to water, and made the throat raw in a second. "Close the windows!" the trole driver urgently pleaded (except in Spanish, of course). The children started to wail. Grown men were gagging and holding their noses as if they were second graders who had just "passed gas". There was much weeping and gnashing of teeth. What was this noxious gas? The world may never know....I guess I can't really blame it on the trole...the people outside were struggling as well...actually...it could have been from pollution, in which case, the trolebus, as public transportation, is helping to eliminate this problem. Okay, I will give back the point that I had previously taken away from the trole and give it one more point for being eco-friendly. After all...I'm all about going green.