Sunday, December 27, 2009

Sniff, Sniff ...

It’s interesting how smell can permeate everything. I grew up in a town where you could tell which section of town someone lived in just by their smell. There were folk that smelled like the steel mill. There were people that smelled like paint fumes from the Ford assembly plant. There were folks that smelled like wood smoke from the poorer sections of town. There was one kid that smelled like rye bread.

These days, thanks to the Oregon Clean Air Act you can go just about anywhere and not smell anything. Sure the tire shop will always smell like new tires and a new car will hopefully always smell like a new car, but you can go and spend an entire evening in a bar and not leave smelling like tobacco smoke. You can go into a restaurant and leave without a trace of any ethnic culture wafting from your clothing.

This comes to mind because I had coffee with a friend this week in a local coffee house that also serves food. When I got back into my truck I could smell all these food smells on me. Hours later I could still smell their food on me and I didn’t even eat anything. After an hour of not being able to shake the smell my mind started equating it as a stink. I eventually had to go home, shower and change.

As an end result, I probably won’t be going there again. So, all you readers can add that to my list of quirks. I know you’re keeping track.


Blogger Donna said...

I once worked at a place where we made railroad signaling devices. One part of my job was to put electrical stuff in a waterproof PVC container and glue the ends on it. If I worked with that glue for long, my clothes stunk to high heaven. Sometimes it seemed to smell like puke, other times it seemed more like cat poop.
Thanks for resurrecting that memory for me. I think I'll go take a shower now.
Oh, and I have an aversion to perfumes; they'll literally choke me up and send me into coughing fits.

5:33 AM  
Blogger Tango said...

I once dated a guy that worked at a tire store. He could get out of a shower, put on clean clothes and a little while later he would smell like tires. It was pretty weird.

6:34 AM  
Blogger darev2005 said...

You just don't wanna know what i come home smelling like. Hopefully the smell will leave me not long after I leave there. I believe on my last day i will throw away anything that went inside the fence.

6:40 AM  
Blogger Beth said...

You are not alone with that quirk!

7:05 AM  
Blogger Auntie said...

I can smell 1st, 2nd, or almost 3rd
hand cigarette smoke from 10 paces or so. I detest it like you probably can't stand that food smell.

(yes, I am resurrecting the word verification game...)

"Tessoth" - n. the back tooth of a Wooly Mammoth.

8:22 AM  
Blogger Amy said...

I can always tell if anybody in my family has been to the corner convenience store. It's this nasty mixture of coffee/gasoline/cleaner/whateverelse.


(WV = tomonono. Hahahaa....)

3:50 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

And we all know there can also be too much of a good thing as well.

6:09 AM  
Blogger Trop said...

I used to reek of chlorine from my life guarding job. People probably thought I was obsessively clean.

I love Indian cuisine, but hate the smell of curry afterward. It lingers forever.

6:49 AM  
Blogger Joni said...

When I worked at a casino in MN I had a sales call at Hormel - in Austin MN. I don't know if you've ever been around a pork rendering plant, but it is a VERY nauseating smell.

That smell stuck with/on me until I got home, where I immediately had to 1) change & throw the clothes in the washer, 2) shower, and 3) air out my car and saturate the interior surfaces with air freshener!

I'll never forget that - but it doesn't keep me from eating bacon ;-)

10:29 AM  
Blogger Teri and the cats of Furrydance said...

hmmm, I've smelt like a woodstove, wood smoke, wet wood smoke since I arrived in Orygun...and it's be filled with lots of memories, as smells do bring those back, both good and bad...

6:22 PM  
Blogger The Guy Who Writes This said...

Trop, did that chlorine bleach your hair blond?

Joni, I'm curious why an employee of a casino would be visiting a rendering plant. Sounds like a solution to bad debt of one of your gamblers.

Teri, here everyone burns wood, but back while growing up in NJ only the hill-billies used wood heat.

6:01 AM  
Blogger Joni said...

Guy - I was an account exec in the Sales office (meetings, conventions, etc.) so I was drumming up business for our meeting space.

9:05 AM  

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