Shaken Not Stirred

Thursday, February 01, 2007

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.


  • he might have been doing research on how long it took to alienate you from his personal space utilizing certain scents

    By Blogger Badoozie, at 10:54 AM  

  • In my experience, those who study literature are less likely to bathe regularly than those who study more important things (hmmm. got some bias don't I) like sciences, maths, medicine, law, accounting, you know, practical fields of study. You get the idea.

    By Anonymous whatigotsofar, at 1:39 PM  

  • i'm stuck on the piss circle, while brilliant, might land someone in jail.


    By Blogger mollymcmo, at 2:23 PM  

  • Running into a storm of BO is pretty frickin' horrible. I just don't know how people can't realize they smell like a bag of butt holes.

    By Blogger Mr Shife, at 2:59 PM  

  • "a bag of butt holes"? Nice one mr shife. And great story angel, thanks for sharing.

    By Blogger The Duck, at 5:27 PM  

  • On that note, I have to buy deodorant. Thanks for the reminder!

    By Anonymous Babette, at 6:03 PM  

  • Was he a hippie?

    By Blogger The Phoenix, at 9:12 PM  

  • So did the stench stick to you similar to that of hanging around smokers? :P

    By Blogger Aaron, at 10:13 PM  

  • Did you get to wash the ick off of you? Yuck.

    By Blogger Chick, at 11:22 PM  

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    By Blogger Lee Ann, at 1:41 PM  

  • That has happened to me in a similar situation...the guy smelled really really bad...embarrassing! I have to say that I chuckled a bit when I read: I got the paranoid feeling that some of it's remnants may have infiltrated some of my stuff.
    You are something Angel....have a great weekend!

    By Blogger Lee Ann, at 1:42 PM  

  • I hate stinky people, I hate when I stink at the gym, but what can you do, it is a little more acceptable to stink there.

    By Blogger Big Ben, at 3:27 AM  

  • Gah. I hate bad smells, they are my bete noire! The piss circle sounds ideal, but you may be right on it's practicality...


    By Blogger Claire, at 6:09 AM  

  • I hate the smell. Basic cleanliness is so important. Even at the gym sometimes I get stale sweat smell when I'm on the treadmill and almost fall off - first of all, im almost out of breath running and now i gotta smell this - YUCk !

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:09 AM  

  • THat kid they brought back on GREASE better get the boot cuz he was awful, I hope he wasn't the one from WV haha

    Would have been interesting to see someone standing up in a library marking their territory

    By Blogger Phats, at 12:47 AM  

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    By Blogger Meow, at 9:39 PM  

  • Eeeewww, did the stench settle on your clothing ?!?!
    How are you enjoying the new Blogger ??
    Have a great week.
    Take care, Meow

    By Blogger Meow, at 9:41 PM  

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