poo-gym-rotting smell
I checked my garbage can and desk drawers for evidence of a small death.
nothing
I checked the bottom of my shoes.
nothing
I secretly sniffed my boss.
nothing
I smelled my hoodie jacket.
nothing
That night, I washed my jacket anyway.
Next day...no more smell!
Today, I worked at the office and THE SMELL WAS BACK!
I checked the drawers and garbage.
nothing
I smelled my jacket.
nothing
I sniffed my boss.
nothing
I sniffed my chair.
nothing
I could not continue working until I found the smell!
"What is that smell?"
I loudly and desperately asked....
as I simultaneously pulled my shoe off and crammed my nose inside.
"AHHHH! It's my shoes!"
My boss continued to ignore my ridiculous sniffing panic.
I took my shoes off and stuck them in the hall and around the corner.
I finished the day in my socks.
I recalled a day, a few weeks ago, where due to a menagerie of craziness, I ended up mowing in my soaking wet shoes.
Much later today....
after work...
after grocery shopping...
I am back at home.
"What is that smell? Guys, have you had a shower? When is the last time you brushed your teeth?
Who has gas?"
sniff...sniff sniff....sniff
The guys continue to ignore my sniffing hunt.
"oh! HA! nevermind! I remember. It's my shoes."
(for those that are left hanging in suspense....I was wearing my workboots on the non-smelly days.)
