The other day there was a guy at my gym whose strange reek moved with him in a ten-foot radius. Standing on a treadmill next to him or using any of the weights nearby was enough to engage your gag reflex. I wondered how it's possible that a human can smell so foul and not realize it. Then today at the gym I was working out on the treadmill while reflecting on the volume of wine I drank last night, and I began to wonder if I was emitting my own particular foul odor. One that comes from fermented grapes seeping through your skin, and I realized that no one was working out around me. What I need to do is ask one of my honest friends to join me at the gym one day.
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