Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Three more things
Having left the pleasure of posting about BO man to Rachael, there are three moments that are seared into my memory from today:
1. The look on Rachael's face as I open the car door for her. The BO stink poured out like walking into an oven or sauna. Her face grimaced as she turned her head and body to avoid it. Little did she know...
2. Another look on Rachael's face as we climbed the here-foreafter-named "Beautiful Efficient Soviet Architecture Stairs" following BO man at an apparently unsafe 10 foot distance. She caught my eye from above and literally mouthed "I'm not fucking staying here and I hate you" with only a glance.
3. Our realization nearly an hour later drinking beers and eating lunch in a restaurant here in Kaunas that our jackets still had the BO stink on them. Remember that episode of Seinfeld when Jerry had to sell his car because a valet stank it up? Not so funny when it happens in real life.
Next time I come to this country I'll carry a bag of sample-sized deodorants and hand them out like candy. Damn, the only thing worse would have been if the BO guy got excited while driving and did some some crazy-ass chicken-wing dance. There would have been vomit in that car.
1. The look on Rachael's face as I open the car door for her. The BO stink poured out like walking into an oven or sauna. Her face grimaced as she turned her head and body to avoid it. Little did she know...
2. Another look on Rachael's face as we climbed the here-foreafter-named "Beautiful Efficient Soviet Architecture Stairs" following BO man at an apparently unsafe 10 foot distance. She caught my eye from above and literally mouthed "I'm not fucking staying here and I hate you" with only a glance.
3. Our realization nearly an hour later drinking beers and eating lunch in a restaurant here in Kaunas that our jackets still had the BO stink on them. Remember that episode of Seinfeld when Jerry had to sell his car because a valet stank it up? Not so funny when it happens in real life.
Next time I come to this country I'll carry a bag of sample-sized deodorants and hand them out like candy. Damn, the only thing worse would have been if the BO guy got excited while driving and did some some crazy-ass chicken-wing dance. There would have been vomit in that car.
# posted by Colin @ 11:05 AM 
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