A Stink Like That Should Be Bottled

I am back. Just when I thought it safe to go back to Mayfair, I turn out to be wrong. I go work out yesterday. There is no Stinky Guy to be found. I go to take a shower and come back all nice and clean. I see a guy that I know and he "whispers" that he is changing where he is because somebody stinks. I chuckle as I do smell something.

I then get to my locker and WOAH! This stench seems to be existing my row of lockers. It certainly was not coming from me, unless my organs are rotting from the inside, I have been gooified internally BUT my sense of smell has been destroyed. It just is not so. The saddest part is that the smell would actually get worse. And even more frightening, who ever that stench belonged to was nowhere to be found. There was not a soul, other than me, in that row of lockers at that time.

What the fuck, er funk! It was the "O" without the "B". I also was not about to sniff for the source. It always reminds of people who say "Ewwwww! Smell this!" I am sorry people, but that line does not induce me to take a whiff. If your telling me it stinks, if your emphatically showing me how much it stinks, then I really do not need to smell "it". The smell did have undertones of Fish Sauce. Fish Sauce is a staple of Vietnamese cooking that is the juice from the fermenting of anchovies or shrimp. It is salty and stinks to high hell. I have smelled that smell before but I just cannot place it. What was her name...?

Sorry, I went away there for a second. Ahh yes, that Mayfair smell, I could have sworn was Stinky Guy. But the dude was nowhere to be found. Unless, he had come while I was in the shower, changed and went down to the gym. Stinky Guy is not off the hook here. There was the opporunity for our pathes to have crossed and he left his calling card, a noxious cloud of living, breathing stink. I did not bother to look for his car, in the lot, in the dark when I left. I was curious about that smell but not enough to take time to investigate. I was just happy to have gotten away from it.

It now has me wondering, will that awful stench have taken over Mayfair by now? If so, what will they do to remove the smell? Will they even try? Will my dues go up because of it? If so, I will hit Stinky Guy in the nuts with a shovel. I may just do that for shits and giggles, whadda ya think?

Smelly Dreams to You All. Ciao!