Wednesday, September 28, 2005

I keep running into this guy....

Ok. We've already covered how ever since I cut down on the smoking that my sense of smell is back with a vengeance...

A few weeks ago I got on the 148 bus headed downtown to my lovely job. As I sat down, I noticed that the man across the aisle from me was wearing one of my favorite colognes...Fahrenheit. "YAY!" I thought," I LOVE this cologne. How nice to be treated to it as I make my commute into the city!" And we were on our way.

About 5 minutes into the journey I began to smell something else...underneath. Smoke. Like "I've smoked about 7 cigarettes since 6 this morning" smoke. Oh well, the cologne still smelled kinda nice...

About 15 minutes in the cologne started to be a little much. And that cigarette smell. I looked over to see who the hell I was dealing with. He looked normal enough...but again, there were things...underneath. He was very pale. But kind of pink. He was wearing a couple of thin gold bracelets that just made his skin look even creepier and mine crawl. He had those long, disturbing fingers. He was wearing brown loafers with no socks.

I was starting to feel sick. I couldn't get up and move because by now the bus was packed. There was no where to go. I pulled one of my pigtail braids across my nose. VO5 Freesia was getting it's ass whooped by this man's Farensmoke Funk. Nausea was quickly becoming an issue.

By the time I got off the bus, my head was pounding. I gasped as the fresh air hit my face. So refreshing...But as I walked toward my office I could still smell it. The guy was walking the same way as I. I couldn't get away. I had to cross the street at a completely different place because of this guy. He was across the street as I made it to the revolving door into my office. Walking. Being ... gross.

I got on the bus a few days ago to begin my commute home. I walked toward the back of the bus behind the big accordion thingy that makes two buses one- where there were seats on the lake-side. I like to watch the lake on my way home. But, the air was on, and it was freezing back there. Another woman remarked on it. I found a warmer seat and sat down. I looked to my left and there he was. Fahrenheit and smoke and "underneath" slapped me in the face and I promptly got up and shivered in the back. I couldn't believe I ran into that guy again. GOD. Ew. And this time the scent managed to work its way into my nose in such a way as to stay with me the rest of the night. FUCK.

And then today. Leaving the Subway. There he was ...coming out. He's a short man. Balding and altogether too thin. Pinkish-Yellow and smoking this time. The nausea is reflexive now.

Who is this man?? Where does he work that no one comments on how...fucking STRONG his odor is.

This is how bad it is:
I'd take 5 dudes wearing Drakkar and Polo alternately over this man in a heartbeat.

Fahrenheit is dead to me. Dead.

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