Karma or just bad luck?

I'd say that I'm a believer when it comes to karma but I don't notice it very often.  As I was leaving class last night, I was talking to a friend about this guy who isn't from our class but goes to Hunter and also takes the downtown F at 63rd street.  He started talking to me for the first time a few weeks ago and since we get out of class at the same time we always see each other on the platform.  He's an older guy, probably in his forties, and seems pretty nice and harmless.  He doesn't actually bother me but sometimes at 10 at night and after being in class for 4 hours, I just want to listen to my music and zone out.  I'm telling this kid from my class about how the guy always talks to me and sometimes I just don't want to talk to anyone.  He's like, why don't you just go to the next car so you don't have to sit and talk with him?  And I'm thinking, yeah that seems easy enough.

I get off the escalator to the downtown F and the guy is already there talking to someone from his class or whatever.  So I just walk by without making eye contact and sit a little further down the platform, then get on the F one car behind him.  I'm enjoying my music and everything is fine.  It worked, my classmate is so smart.  After a few stops the train starts to get crowded and by midtown, there are no free seats left and a bunch of people are standing.  Then it hits me.  The stench of serious body odor mixed with urine and just total grossness.  I'm not trying to be mean but it smelled like a really dirty homeless person.  Other people must have started smelling it too because everyone's eyes started shifting in that 'I'm trying to be discrete but it's really not working' kind of way.

Then to make matters worse, everyone starts looking at ME.  I got all awkward and started looking through my playlists like, hey it can't be me, I'm listening to my iPod so I'm obviously not homeless!  I came to the conclusion that the culprit was seated directly behind me and that was the reason the smell was so strong.  I seriously had to put my hand up to my face a few times just to breath.  However for some reason, no one did anything about it!  There were a few scarves over noses, but no one changed seats or even moved down to the other end of the car!  I felt like I would look like a bitch if I was the only one who cared enough to relocate so I stayed put as well.

It was almost half my ride that I had to endure this smell, and I probably would have given in and switched seats after Jay street if the train didn't go outside for some fresh air.  The whole time I was thinking it could have been easily avoided if I didn't try to avoid the guy and sat in the first car as I usually do.  I guess I got what I deserved.