Short and Sweet... nothing like me

Ok so I know that my blog yesterday was overwhelming... far too long and so many links. I went a little blog happy. As restitution, this blog with be short and sweet which is nothing like me...



well I am short but I'm not that sweet. I'm direct and to the point and while I care deeply for humankind (I always care about the underdog and I couldn't make fun of someone for something they can't control), I can't help but comment on what I see and/or think (i.e. I can and will make fun of something that you can control)



Case in point... last night, I had my first class. There were 40 people there. Mainly couples, ok exaggerating, about 50% couples, 30% single/blood related and 20% in a relationship but there other half wasn't there. I was in the 20% and I was ok with that because RJ and I discussed it in advance, he paid for the class and we talk about it when I get home. However there was one instance where I wished he was there so I could say something just above a whisper in hopes that the offender would hear and apply some deoderant or move seats....

"Man, somebody is sweating whatever they ate for dinner tonight!"

Ugh! but I had no one to say it too. So instead I investigated. Was it the breath of the guy next to me? Don't think so. Was it the well dressed woman across from me? No she is in retail at Saks and dresses impecably. Was it the average looking girl behind me? Nothing against average girls.. I'm pretty average. Then it happened... the potential smelly breath guy knows the average girl and he says

"Hey, we went to BGood for dinner. What did you guys do?" note: BGood is a healthier version of fast food

She replies "We went to fgdguyhfmg (incomprehensable) King"



That is it. My face lit up. You are the smelly culprit and you are sweating that ethnic grub that you ate. Nothing against ethnic grub.. I love thai, asian, italian, mexican. I don't care if you like the bizzare foods along with AZ... but consider your surroundings when you eat certain foods; we were in a TINY room. She reeked all class. I couldn't turn in her direction (see earlier post on my sensitive nose) UNTIL...

I contributed in class. Hello, it costs $300 and its an intellectual class and I had a well researched, valid question. And that smelly bitch shakes her head at my question as if it was the dumbest thing ever. Oooh how my head snapped in her direction as I caught the little shake in my peripheral view. And I breathed in and thought



'F you.. your pores reek of something unholy. I mean people ask stupid questions in these classes and I hold judgement bc its a religious class and I'm trying to be good while here... you would think she could hold her snooty attitude until class was over. Not to mention, it was a valid question about the temple in Jerusaleum and the Messianic Age... well thought out.'



But since RJ wasn't there and I couldn't say anything, I gave her the nice smile that says I will f**k your shit up if you judge me again. And I swear, I saw her try to stop her pores from leaking any more smelliness and she cowered just a little.



Thats right... you better bow down. I will end you. At some point, you will say something, contribute to class and in the most sincere seeming way, I will make a different point even if I don't agree with it just to put you in your place and make you recognize.



Go enjoy stinking up your clothes and having everyone on the T look around til they realize its YOU who smells like a backed up garbage disposal in a highschool cooking class after Around the World day