this morning #2216.

this morning, the prevailing scent in the hall was sweat on top of sweat. soggy garbage. she covered her nose & searched for the source of the stench. tried not to wretch. none of the dozen or so people in the immediate area gave off an “i splashed around in a puddle of alley slime” vibe. at the same time, none of them seemed to notice. if they did, they didn’t seem to care. she wondered “am i losing my mind?” it soon began to overwhelm her so she ducked into a restroom to try & get some relief. took a quick sniff & then, believing she was safe, breathed deep. the gross odor was gone. she did her business. stepped back out into the hall. cautious. the funk came roaring back. as she bolted for the exit in hysterics, she screamed “DON’T ANY OF YOU SCHMUCKS SMELL THAT?”