Friday, September 19, 2003
Ever Feel - Not So Fresh?
This didn’t happen. I didn’t play either part in this little dialogue. And the foregoing is not a denial, implying any form of supplyial. You’re going to have to trust me on that one. The bus is a weird and wonderful place, but sometimes I make stuff up about it anyway.
* Excuse me - do you smell something?
* I don’t smell anything.
* It’s like garlic and flowers, but sour. And cumin.
* Sour flowers? When did you notice it?
* Just a few minutes ago. And sharp spice, like garlic.
* Is it very strong?
* No, not very. But a couple of times it’s gotten more intense.
* But just in the last few minutes or so.
* Yes. I’m pretty sensitive to smells so maybe you don’t notice it. But when it kicks up its pretty strong.
* I see. I think I know what you’re smelling.
* Oh god. Oh no. I’m so sorry.
* I am too. I’m going to get off at this next stop, if you’d excuse me.
* I - I don’t know what to say. It’s not that bad. I’m just oversensitive. I’m sure no one else noticed.
* No one else has to. Please let me past you.
* Of course. I can’t believe I was so thoughtless.
* No, no, it’s me. Have a good day.
* You too. Oh - while you’re there - could you open that window a crack?
