This is a Bad Place for a Campfire
Last Sunday was rough. I was freezing. I'd packed light for the weekend: one sweater, one long-sleeve shirt, and one pair of jeans. Freezing temps in the evening meant that I had to wear all of that around the campfire both nights. It wasn't so bad being around strangers when I was with 14 other guys who also smelled like campfire, though one honest woman did tell us: "You guys suck. You're all married and you smell like $h!t." But after I left the the group for the flight home, I couldn't subject everyone around me to that foul smell. So I shivered in a T-shirt and thought about what panic would ensue if I put on my sweatshirt and everyone on the plane smelled the smoke.