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goodwill's unwashed scent stories

today, in an effort to look more 'put together' for work, i wore a newly-purchased-for-one-dollar-from-goodwill black merino wool sweater over a navy polka dotted button down shirt. it looked smashing to be sure as there was nary a moth hole to be seen, but out of laziness i chose not to wash the sweater before wearing it (it had, at room-temperature, passed my sniff-test), and the heat from my body ended up awakening the slumbering body odor of the sweater's previous owner.

it was an interesting feeling as i sat at work aware of the b.o. reek radiating from my torso. i was not so much disgusted as fascinated by how different it smelled from my own pheremones and i kind of got a kick out of the idea that my smell was cloaked in some stranger's. it was like i was playing olfactory dress-up and neither a blind person nor crime detective dog (blind as well) could have discovered my true identity.

i choose not to dwell on what my co-workers, whose noses are likely functional (though in our workplace this is not a good thing), may have experienced in my proximity on an aromatic level. for them, regardless of whose b.o. was on my sweater, i was easily identifiable as 'the stinky girl over there'.

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