OH BOY

ok. so sometimes the busdrivers here get a little groggy or hyper figedty so they need to stop by the pond, park the groaning bus, and twiddle their thumbs or rest their drooping eyelids and let all the students practicaly suffocate on the thick almost tangible heat that is pouring out of the ventilation shafts.
so anyway, tonight i was one of those students wanting to give the busdriver (this busdriver fell into the "groggy" description) a cup of coffee and a slap on the behind to get him fucking driving cause i was about to pass out in my styrofoam bucket of veggie nuggets. so im like "ponder ponder ponder, slawomir really turns me on, ponder ponder, i hope i didnt fuck up on this sexam, blugh, blugh, oh that is what it feels like to have my brain cells melt because of artificial heat, hurrah, pond...
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SMELLL!? gaze...
culprit- male.college age.
wearing-faded jeans AND a sweater that was made in the transitional fashion period of 1987-1991 ( you know the time when the 80's didnt want to be fashionably 80's anymore, so they made the cut of sweaters actually look like sweaters, but they weren't ready to give up the neon colors) so this sweater was grey with awful (faded, of course) neon yellow squigglies
i can assure you it hasn't been washed since then,because this is one smelly motherfucker. he smelled like a boy. so what?
no,like a boy
a 7 year fucking old boy.
please do not question my authority of what little boys smell like. i know
"boy smell" is not something you forget as a young girl crouching under a boat with stinky matt while playing block tag.
"sugar and spice and everything nice- that is what little girls smell like"
"ballsacs and feces way too much sweat, that is what little boys smell like"
and also, i remember all too often last year standing in the bathroom challenging a little boy's will to concede as i pleaded with him to wash his filthy hands that smelled like earwax and bellybuttons and cavernous artifices spelunked fervently by curious fingers before he plunged his fingers into a pb and j sandwich
so anyway, he DEFINATLY smelled like a little boy
and as the bus was stopped, he paced around down the aisle in front and behind me in a sexcited telephone-conversation induced frenzy and wafted his pungent odors right into the open doors of my nostrils.
paced and wafted, paced and wafted
would you please just sit the fuck down?
oh he did all right
RIGHT next to me.
with his ARMPIT raised.
i shoved my half eaten apple into my nose
i told my little olfactory factory to shut down
it wouldnt
so not only was i gagging on heat
but i was gagging on odors
odors i thought i escaped after i left the daycare
odors HE should have escaped
after puberty

-----------------------------
ps, looks like i am getting cooper takeout every tuesday. *wink*