Smelly Perfume

Morning class in a windy day, what a perfect day, isn’t it? As I arrived at my campus, I simply sat on the floor, in front of my class when then, only then; she arrived, approached and sat beside me.

“As I stepped out of my car, I think I stomped something. Is it dirt or poop?”  said her.

“Poop?! It’s impossible! I think it’s only dirt,” as I approached her so-called shoes and smelt it. I was one hundred percent sure that it was dirt for I didn’t smell any bad smell from it so I simply said like that and entered the class. However, things were not quite interesting if it was only like that, wasn’t it?

After our first class ended, I sat down on the floor, again, to put my shoes on – It was listening class, in the lab, so we have to take off our shoes. “What kind of smell is this? Urgh, gross!” Then I just realized that she was standing in front of me, with her crocs. “Oh my gosh! It was poop! Your shoes! You just... Argh, Sha! Clean it up please! It’s so smelly.”

Yes, it was poop after all. I told her to hurry clean it up because I just couldn’t stand its smell. Imagine that you will be together with someone who smells like a shit all day long (shit there is a poop, not shit like ... you know what I mean); there’s a big possibility that you will die before the sun goes to bed. Anyway, I just couldn’t believe that I just sniffed around the poop. Can you imagine how gross that is? Remembering it, I laughed in a miserable speechless way.

Then, after she finished cleaning up her crocs, we went to our next class. I sat next to her because she is my bestie. I thought I wouldn’t smell the smell again because she has already cleaned it up, yet my thought was completely wrong. The smell was still there, sticking tightly on her like a gum. The smell filled the room till I felt nauseous. I just couldn’t hold it anymore so I decided to take out my perfume then sprayed it around her.

At first she asked me why I was doing that, but then she realized that the smell was still there so she took the perfume from me and started to spray it on her, from head to toe, and of course on her crocs. She also sprayed it on me and around us. It turned good though because the perfume slowly dissolved the smell, yet she kept spraying it over and over again. I didn’t mind when she kept spraying it, however, when I got my perfume back, I realized that my perfume decreased by almost a quarter– or maybe more, I didn’t really care about it anyway. I was shocked, I really was. I ended up chuckling to myself. It was so hilarious that I became so speechless.