What The F is That Smell?

I went to the library yesterday in hopes to get finished reading Brochert's book. It's taking me longer to read thru it than I had anticipated. It's not that the reading is lengthy, quite the contrary Dr. Brochert has shortened some of the topics concisely without losing any information. Anyway, between doing q-bank and reading Secrets (also by Brochert), I have fallend behind someewhat. So I decided to go to the library and finish the book.

I sat down in a corner which I felt would be conducive for reading. There was enough light coming in from the windows to avoid eye strain. It was also quite a ways from the front door, so I wouldn't hear people entering or exiting the building. And the biggest plus--it was on the opposite side of the children's section, so most of the crying and whining was muffled.

Two hours into my reading, after multitudes of other library patrons have sat and gone from my table. Yes, I tend to get pretty territorial when I'm focused. If I could have made a piss circle around the table I would have. But this would have entailed pulling it out in the library and also leaking juices which should always be properly disposed. Well, approximately two hours into reading, some middle-aged man sat at the table. He was carrying a newspaper and a backpack. The moment he sat down, it overwhelmed me.

This gosh awful smell enveloped the air around me. It was so strong that I coughed. It made my eyes water and was so powerful that I felt it settle on my skin. I tried to ignore this stench. The guy opened his backpack, pulled out a few books and started reading. I thought for awhile this guy might be homeless, but his clothes were clean. His backpack was also clean. He just didn't have that hungry, been sleeping on the streets, came into the library for a little rest look about him. In fact, it looked like he was doing research of some type (I'm thinking something in the English literature department). Can you tell that for a few seconds I forgot about the stench while I analyzed this guy?

Anyway, I needed to get away from that table before I projectile vomited!!! I slowly packed my things (so it didn't look like I was rushing away). I stood up and walked to the other side of the library. And yes, I could hear some kids playing, screaming, crying and shouting. But I couldn't smell the stench anymore (except for in my memory). I got the paranoid feeling that some of it's remnants may have infiltrated some of my stuff.

P.S. I still don't remember what it was I was suppose to write about when I went off on the Grease reality telivision show rant. I did however end up voting for my fellow West Virginian. It will come to me.