Just when I thought it was safe to use my nose again

I am back. I had some things to say regarding the weekend past, but they can wait. Just when I thought that I could breathe at Mayfair, Stinky Guy reappears. Or should I say the man and his companion, the stench of a dying goat, stuffed a camel's ass, on a hot Tuesday in early July in the Sahara Desert. That should give you an idea of the smell that assaulted me yesterday.

I was in the weight room when I spied Stinky, and that is an understatement, on the ARC Trainer beside the one I prefer. As an aside, with his wicked body odor why does this asshole, again his smell is an insult to the smell of all assholes (except his, I presume), feel the need to use the middle of the three ARC Trainers? There is no way to buffer his stench. I finish and attempt to use the machine upwind from him. All the while, I am cringing as his reek wafts over my way and muttering things under my breath. I know it is really not the best way to do things, but I am not cruel. How do you, in the most courteous manner, tell somebody, a stranger, really, that their body odor is so fucking offensive that if they do not do something to fix it, you will find an elephant hose (the Commando 3000 showerhead) and hose him down big time? I cannot find the words to confront that and there is no "manager" around when I need him.

There should be a law. Hell, I have just decreed one. If you smell like this guy does, you should be locked into a hot box, alone, so that you can see how it feels.

Anyway, I was on the machine for about a minute and a half, when the current shifted. Okay, my mouth was open on that one and he got me on that one. Needless to say, my cardio routine shifted to a different machine. My eyes are still watering when I think about it. I would rather have that combination of sunscreen and sweat, my own, running into my eyes. The stinging there was not as bad as it was yesterday. I think this dude should bottle his own brand of reek and market it as pepperspray. His odor would offend skunks and polecats.

If I confront him, will you guys have my back? If I know you are with me, I will say something. Hell, I may have to say something because I refuse to have to adapt my workouts because of somebody's offensive body odor. It is not right. Do something about your stink or stay away from the public, let one that pays. If it were some public club, then it is my tough shit, but I should not have to smell that and PAY for the privilege of doing so.

That being said, I am done for today. Ciao!