I had just arrived at a client's office for a meeting this morning when I smelled something bad. I thought I had already caught a whiff of it earlier while walking out of the parking lot, so naturally, I thought that the smell was on me. Maybe I stepped on something. Maybe my cats soiled my outfit. Maybe somehow, some animal poo got smeared on me when I wasn't aware.
So, I quickly excused myself to go to the washroom before anyone else arrived at the meeting. Upon very very thorough checking (and I do mean, very very thorough), I concluded that nothing was amiss. There was no smell on me, except perhaps for my perfume.
I went back to the meeting and carried on, still smelling that thing but not knowing where it came from. The other attendees, Fred, Sam, Lee and Don didn't seem to be bothered by it, so I guessed it was just my imagination. I recalled what happened last Friday, when my cell phone was ringing of the hook, and I was on the line the whole afternoon till 8 at night till my battery died. Even after I went home and my cell phone was switched off, I kept hearing the ringtone. I knew then that my imagination can play tricks on me, and so, I ignored it.
As the meeting concluded and we were all walking out of the meeting room, somehow, the smell got stronger, and as Fred turned his back on me, I realised it was him. Or rather, it was his backside. WTF??
Aiyoh... penat aje aku terperasan sendiri. It wasn't me lah. It was that mat salleh guy.
Hey Fred, go wash your bum every once in a while okay!!