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There were several things I found weird about working in Valdosta but never noticed a smell. Now I’m horrified that I was some kind of zombie local that acclimated to an otherwise unbearable stench.
 
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Nose blindness is a thing.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anosmia

I came to fully understand this when I quit smoking, years back.

I had a friend in college who was entirely presentable to people and to the female species, affable and well mannered in every other way, but the mofo stunk something fierce of body odor. He must have just not worn deodorant and had lived with it so long that he didn't know how ripe he was.
 
I didn't know Science Diet was baked. They certainly don't advertise it. That stuff is expensive.

That stuff is so oily, I thought they fried it. My OES/Beardie mix grew up on it. (Also, it was almost a cause to celebrate that his persnickety successor required homemade fud.)

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My parents lived in Liberal, Kansas, for a couple of years. There were several beef packing plants nearby. It’s the only city one been to where people often walk outside into the stench and declare, “They must be burning blood today!”

What a great first line of a novel.

Never thought that kind of smell was possible from human beings.

I got spoiled on the players in NSH exercising company manners. I went down to Memphis to interview a River King. He took off his gloves, set them on the bench next to me, and I thought I was going to lose my game face for few seconds.
 
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The aroma of Tacoma. Haven't been through there for a long time, so I don't know if that old bromide is true. There's also a sewage treatment lagoon west of Salem that can get awfully ripe.

On the positive side, very few things are as pleasurable as the smell of driving by a mint field. One of the surprise treats of the Willamette Valley.
 
Try the hockey locker room of the Stanley Cup winner. Take regular hockey locker smell and add stale champagne and beer odor on top of it.

We had a guy on night desk who played pickup hockey in the afternoon then drove directly to work. He'd leave the pads in his truck and go into the bathroom to clean up a little bit. After his shift, he'd get into his truck and it reeked from his pads.

It was usually a Saturday and the parking structure was nearly empty. One time he decided to put his pads on top of his truck so they could air out while he was at work. Well, a newsside reporter called the security office to report suspicious activity in the parking structure. Turned out that the security guard thought somebody broke into his truck and ravaged it. He thought the guy's angry wife had done it. In the report, it was listed as a "marital dispute."
 
If we could weaponize that, no country would dare oppose us.
I worked for a junior hockey team for 12 years, spent hours every day in the dressing room, both at home and on the road, and I can say living in that environment is like being poor: after a while you get used to it.
 
We had a guy on night desk who played pickup hockey in the afternoon then drove directly to work. He'd leave the pads in his truck and go into the bathroom to clean up a little bit. After his shift, he'd get into his truck and it reeked from his pads.

It was usually a Saturday and the parking structure was nearly empty. One time he decided to put his pads on top of his truck so they could air out while he was at work. Well, a newsside reporter called the security office to report suspicious activity in the parking structure. Turned out that the security guard thought somebody broke into his truck and ravaged it. He thought the guy's angry wife had done it. In the report, it was listed as a "marital dispute."

Haha, good times.
 
Try the hockey locker room of the Stanley Cup winner. Take regular hockey locker smell and add stale champagne and beer odor on top of it.

Maybe I was lucky, but the Sharks' locker room wasn't that funky. And I was in the middle of a scrum with several armpits in my face. Being short sucks.
 

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