A day that really stinks

Yesterday on the train on my way to work, I was sitting there quietly chatting with my train buddy Andy, who was sitting across from me. We both had empty spaces next to us. A few stops in two young ladies get on and  they sat next to us.

the Kim Kasdashian lookalike sat next to me and her plainer-looking friend sat next to Andy. Within seconds my nose was assaulted by full on cheap perfume, and lots of it. This wasn’t even good stuff that’s smells nice even when overused. This was the awful crap that likely comes in buckets, is applied with ladles and sticks to the back of your throat like cough syrup.

I wasn’t sure if it was “Kim” next to me or her friend, but I didn’t want Kim brushing up against me in case it was her emanating the foul aroma. It might have impregnated itself into the fiber of my clothing, fermenting all day and continuing its sickly sweet stench when I got home, arousing the suspicions of my lovely wife, causing her to wonder if I had wandered into a house of ill repute for some extracurricular adult fun. That’s frankly nothing I need to happen to me since I’m completely innocent of that.

Fortunately, there was no transference of reek and the train ride was otherwise unremarkable.

I was returning to my office from the communal mens room down the hall. There was sturdy-looking older woman walking toward the ladies room. The second I passed her, I entered a corridor of whiff, the jet-trail of strong perfume she left behind. UGH! Fortunately, my office door was only 20 feet away, so this olfactory blast only lasted a few seconds.

Nonetheless, it was the second assault in a day.

It made me realize there are more than a few people out there with a problem. I’m not sure if they think they stink like a 4-day-old corpse in Florida Summer sun and must cover the odor, or they don’t understand that portion control can and should extend to body scents.I guess it could simply be wobbly hands during the application process, but I doubt it.

And lest you think I’m picking on women only, I’m not. I just noted to glaring cases I personally witnessed in one day. I’ve been attacked by plenty of manly scents as well.

I just wish these people could get a sense of the offense they cause. Well, I try to do that if I can. At least when I’m gassy.

My day was great!

I woke up and wanted to stay in bed, so I did for a few extra minutes. Not enough to be late, but enough to feel a little naughty and luxurious.

I got up, did my morning business, and had some breakfast.

Business and breakfast done, I got dressed. The temperature was in the 40s, but Denver was going to get into the 60’s so I dressed lightly. No thermals!

I hopped on my bike, and booked it to the train station. I waited on the platform and caught my usual train.

The train ride was great. I chatted with my friends and arrived at Union Station in no time at all.

I grabbed a Mall Shuttle which dropped me two blocks from the office.

I enjoyed a brisk walk to the office. I’m usually the first one there, so I opened up, brewed some strong coffee, and got to work.

I had a great day at work. I got a lot done and feel good about the stuff I did.

I walked to the bus stop, grabbed the Mall Shuttle, and got to Union Station with a little time to spare. I picked my favorite spot to enter and chatted with some fellow riders about computers.

The train arrived and I boarded. I enjoyed a nice chat with a friend. After getting to the station, I got my bike out of its locker and arrived home after a brisk but brief bike ride.

I had a pleasant dinner with my favorite wife. Leftovers, but tasty ones.

I sat down for a few minutes after dinner and vegetated on the couch, allowing my brain to empty. Brain suitably empty, I did some writing.

Writing done, I did about 20 minutes of chakra energy meditation. My brain was very happy.

I did more writing.

I went back to the couch for a few minutes, but had an idea …

So now I’m doing even more writing while enjoying some strong decaf coffee spiked with some Tuaca and Stranahans. I don’t imagine the writing will continue much longer.

I’ve had a very complete, wonderful day. I am happy. I am relaxed.

I hope it happens again tomorrow. How are you doing?

 

Internet on the train…

Why is the internet connectionon the teain so spotty? I want to play Words With Friends, but things are way too slow. Some nights it’s super fast, but today the turtles are in charge and I am writing this instead.

Of course it won’t post from the train and will be queued for later posting.

I am truly happy this is the biggest problem I had today.

What day is today?

Interesting conversation on the train to work this morning. Being that it’s the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and most of the folks on the train have a 3-day work week, we were all trying to decide which day it was mentally. There are a lot of choices and permutations, actually, and picking the right “day attitude” is paramount to having a good one. After all, going into a Friday with a Monday attitude just messes up the whole balance.

You can be a literalist, and just take the days as they’re named, but that’s no fun and was struck down quickly.

We all agreed that skipping Monday entirely and treating it as either Tuesday or Wednesday was good. Most folks are not fond of Mondays.

We also quickly determined that Wednesday, being the last day of the work week, is clearly to be treated as a Friday. That just left Tuesday open as either Wednesday or Thursday. We decided that Monday should be upgraded to “Hump Day” and became Wednesday, making today (Tuesday) Thursday.

Unlike Arthur Dent, I get the hang of Thursdays. They’re usually productive and a little fun with the anticipate of Friday right around the corner.

So Happy Tuesday-Thursday, everyone! And look at this: tomorrow is Friday.