If You Smell Like Shit, No Trespassing

I always look forward to the time that exists between 1:15pm and 2:00pm. This is inbetween class time for me, and I usually have no additional reading to rush through (if I do, I ignore it anyway). I like to sit down in one of the comfy law school chairs and surf the internet for all things fun related (baby, online shopping, blogs) and NOTHING law related.

It's my happy bubble.

Today my happy bubble was burst. My bubble was burst when a large, pony-tailed, fedora wearing, computer-playing goth sat in the chair next to me. I have nothing against "goths," although I am surprised at how many of them are actually in attendance at my law school. What bothered me about this particular man was his horrid, rancid, awful, faint-inducing SMELL. He smelled like a racoon that had been run over by a car then left to decay in the hot sun for ten days that also had its internal organs picked apart by crows. I mean, this guy smelled awful! Does he not wear deoderant? Does he not shower? Is there a colony of fleas inhabiting his hair?

He smellled so awful that I actually had to remove myself from my seat and transplant my happy bubble across the room. My happy bubble is in disrepair. It will take quite a bit of work for me to resurrect the happy feelings necessary to fix this crisis- perhaps a chocolate bar and a Diet Dr. Pepper.