| Re: rehearsal smells
Manny,
When I was in college (I still remember this vividly), I had a class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and this guy ended up sitting behind me for many of those classes. He was always outside smoking and drinking strong coffee, and the combination of those two smells, with him breathing behind me was almost more than I could take. That was 20 years ago and it still brings up a shuddering feeling in me.
When I was working as a busser at a restaurant in Tucson (high school), I had just started my shift, and my server told me that she had heard a huge crash in the upper pass bar. “Lucky me! I had her section that night”. When I went to survey the damage, she had apparently reached up to get a bottle of ketchup, lost her balance and pulled this shelf off the wall. There were dozens of bottles of ketchup and soy sauce that came crashing down onto the tile floor. The combination of these two smells and the sheer volume of ooze that I had to clean up was just about too much for me. Somehow I managed to pick out all of the broken glass and then stepped outside to get some fresh air before I went back in with the bucket and the mop.
On another job in college, I was a pipe-threader for a dry cleaning contractor. I would thread various diameters of pipes, cut to exact lengths and bring them in to where they were installing new equipment. There was also welding work going on in these stores, and there was the guy that had to grind the welds with the spinning grinder. That smell of burning metal makes me literally sick to my stomach to this day!
Clearly not as funny as your stories, but man, smells suck when you’re trying to do your job and they literally are overwhelming.
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Derek Reaban
Tempe, Arizona |