‘There is a point at which you have to stop preparing to do something and just do it.’
Embrace the Soul Backwards – Emily Stardust
So after the success/not success of talking to fabulous woman yesterday (I got a nod!), I decided to try with angry staring man today. For anyone not keeping up (ie almost all of the world) angry staring man is the smart dressed man who sits on the train staring straight ahead. Since me and him were the only ones not looking at our phones or a book, I felt we had a connection. Since he looks like he’s involved in all sorts of dodgy corporate dealings, I have been curious about what I could learn from him. So today was the day.
So I sat opposite him, trying to keep the expectant look off my face. Would he tell me about the secret shenaninagans going on at Bohemian Grove? Or the dirty deals between politicians and arms dealers? Would he explain where the tunnels lead underneath International banks?
My excitement lasted a happy moment as I looked across at him, prepared to demand his attention, and then…the happy moment wrinkled into one of sickness.
He stank! You know that sickly perfume they pump out in public toilets? Angry staring man smelt like somebody had poured a bucket of that over him. Or like that gross perfume they put on sanitary products for some twisted reason. I didn’t start a conversation, I was too busy trying not to breathe. And I don’t believe that anyone who goes to Bohemian Grove would smell that bad.
Word of the day: Graveolent – rank-smelling; fetid
inkbiotic 
Next time sit upwind. LOL
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I’m not sure there is an upwind on the train. Maybe if i open all the windows first…
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aaaaahahah GOOD LUCK!!
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Well, it explains the angry staring eyes huh?
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You think he’s trying not to cry at his own smell?
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…or, he’s angry at his partner who has hidden a toilet block about his person where he cannot find it…
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Like herrings in the lining of curtains? Ew, unfortunate!
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I had an acquaintance whose perfume was so strong and off putting I couldn’t ride in a car with her. (Arizona during the summer, rolling the window down is not an option).
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Terrible! How could she not know? perfume should be banned!
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I usually don’t have a problem with perfume, but I have no idea what kind this was other than it was like a repellent.
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Is there maybe a chance it was a repellent? 😉
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No lol. Actually, she wore it everywhere even when we went to dance clubs when she was looking to meet men.
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Oh dear! I find that mystifying, but I guess we’re all weird in our own ways.
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Why is it whenever we try to read something unexpected, of deeper importance into someone, we are always unexpectedly sideswipe and rarely in a good way?
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A dose of reality? Maybe we need it. I have a tendency to get carried away. I like it because I like stories, but I need to land back on Earth occasionally. Oh well 🙂
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That was his keep away, don’t ask questions spray. All the creepy Corporate underlings have it.
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Ah, yes, I see. It was very effective. I may try to get some for when i want a seat to myself.
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