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What's that smell?


I'm really tired of smelling like piss.

I've been bathing in the river each night. I've been rinsing after each pee into a can. I've been careful not to, you know, pee on myself.

Yet, I feel like I overwhelmingly smell like piss. I think everyone can smell me from like, oh, I don't know, 20 feet away from me. Okay, I'm exaggerating. 18 feet?

I actually lamented about this to Pam this morning at the groover, commenting about how worried I was about how I smelled. She laughed at me, and told me if I'm ever really worried about it, go stand next to Michael (her son).

Michael goes out on a lot of camping with friends. When they go out, they just go, and don't bother to bring any clothes to change into, or maybe one set. So, bathing while on a hike? Nah.

Apparently, earlier in the trip, a group offered him a bar of soap and told him it was an intervention, time for him to bathe.

Pam had convinced Michael to bring an extra set of clothes on this trip, so he had two. And I thought I was doing well with my 3 shirts and 2 shorts.

I got nothing on that kid.

For once, I think I'm glad I have a weak sense of smell.