I feel like I must be starring in a film titled Revenge of the Gas Pump. Not only was the price $3.99 a gallon, but a gallon of it spewed out of the nozzle, on my shirt, on my jeans and jacket…and in my hair. I reek.
Unfortunately I’m subjecting other patrons at the ice rink to my odiferous self. I stopped and bought a t-shirt to replace the soaked one and washed my hands and arms….but there’s nothing here at the rink to help my poor hair.
On the bright side, at least I know my infection must be improving because I can actually use my sense of smell. I’d prefer to use it on something a bit sweeter, though. Here’s a diet idea….douse yourself in gasoline! The smell will decimate your appetite, guaranteed.