We like to get out of the house on the weekends and find fun things to do. Maybe you go to the gym and work up a sweat, maybe you choose to go to your favorite brunch spot, or maybe you get outside and go for a walk—enjoy some fresh air.

I was absolutely ready to do that last one after visiting a local home decor store this past weekend.

Dear Stinky Sir

Dear Stinky Sir (that is your name now), I was out enjoying my weekend like you. I went to shop for things I absolutely didn't need. When I arrived at my favorite store in town, instead of smelling scented candles and perfumes, my nose was assaulted with your stench.

Hey, I'm not unreasonable; I know we are flawed human beings and can't always help these things, but when it's that serious, GO HOME.

I couldn't escape it. I kept running away from the smell. It followed me from aisle to aisle. From the front to the back of the store. It followed me so aggressively that I started questioning myself.

I thought, was there a way I did this and didn't know it happened?! Is it possible to shat yourself and be that blissfully unaware? I even checked the bottom of my shoes to be sure. I wanted to rule out all possibilities.

After a few minutes, I came to my senses (unfortunately, there's one I could've lived without at this moment) and spotted you. You got closer...and closer...and before long, I knew.

I knew two things: one, that I needed to abandon ship, and two, that it was you.

I went through several emotions. First disgust, then panic. Would I ever breathe clean air again?  Will my clothes forever be stained? Will this be a trauma I carry with me for decades to come? After that, I felt angry. The anger didn't last long, though, because I was suddenly overcome with a feeling of peace.

Dear Sir, you might have pooped your pants.

Dear Sir, I thought you might be evil for unapologetically doing such a dirty deed. If that were true, those demons surely exited your body via the colon.

Dear Sir, I saw you and your wife having the most fun walking around, talking, and enjoying each other's company, and it filled my heart with happiness. I thank you for allowing me to witness such a wholesome moment and for forcing me to leave before I spent an incredible amount of money on nearly useless things.

I left to spare my lungs being filled with your fecal matter, but that happy memory remains and is cherished.

 


 

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