Tuesday, January 27, 2015

What the hell…

Before I left the house this morning I caught a whiff of pee. Red has a better sniffer than I and couldn’t smell anything, but that didn’t keep me from walking around looking for the wet spot… damn dogs. I didn’t find anything, and trusting my wife’s superior nose I went off to work.

Later on, sitting at my desk I scratch my nose with my left hand and damn, it smells like rubber. Not just a hint, but a solid, strong aroma. I know what you assholes are thinking, but you’d be wrong ‘cause I’m a Rightie thank-you-very-much. But what the hell did I touch?

I couldn’t take it anymore and went to wash my hands, and the hallway outside my office smells like someone had a bad case of the toots from one end to the other. Somebody needs to lay off the boiled cabbage, oof!

Right about then I recall reading that picking up weird smells could be sign of an inbound stroke or some shit.

My hands smell like soap and a coworker just commented on the eau de shite, I think I’m going to be ok.