Today when I boarded the train at the Wilson stop, I planted myself in a single seat in the corner of the train car. I'm afraid I sat in the bum dude's seat. You know, the seat where the bum was sitting before he got off the train right before you got on? There was a sweet stench that permeated the car, and it seemed to be originating from my general vicinity. Thankfully, by Fullerton, the smell had exhausted itself. Or maybe I was just used to it at that point, I'm not sure. Anyway, when I finally got to my office, the smell returned for a bit. I think it rubbed off on me. Curses, bum dude!
The phenomenon where you can't smell something after awhile because your nose gets used to it is called olfactory fatigue.
ReplyDeleteI definitely suffered from some olfactory fatigue yesterday.
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of the BO that was in Jerry Seinfeld's Saab.
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