GRUMBLRR.
Smelly people really bum me out. Especially in fitting rooms. When I have to go in after them. An enclosed space with little to no ventilation or air flow? Not ideal.
When I do encounter this way-too-common scenario, I actually make it a point to look into the mirror and make an ugly face, just so at least someone can see the look of disgust the smell is causing (the fact that it’s actually just me seeing the look of disgust in my reflection doesn’t change anything).
Two days ago, while I was closing a car door, my thumb decided to sneak in between the door and the frame as they were coming together at a rather high speed. That ended with me hunched over and then in the fetal position, trying my damnedest to not scream out curses to the heavens. I rolled around on the ground clutching my thumb and groaning for maybe about five minutes. Then this guy saunters over and yells to see if I was okay. Nice gesture. Turns out he was a friend that i hadn’t seen it like… seven years? Well, I had seen him once or twice in passing (while I was at my aforementioned work), but I hadn’t really seen him for any meaningful period of time or activity for quite some time. Then we met up with some others and got druuunk.
Oh, but back to the point. I can’t use or move my thumb, and if anything moves or touches it, a searing pain shoots through it like lightning. There is a spreading darkness under the nail bed, and I have it on good authority that my thumb nail has set its course for falling off. Cool.
But buttoning buttons without using thumbs is an exercise in looking like a dinosaur. Seriously. Try it.
