Jeff met me in the garage when I got home from practice last night.
Jeff: You can't come in here if you're going to smell.
Me: What?! Of course I smell! And my gear!
Jeff: No, you can't smell with your nose when you come in.
Me: Ah, that makes more sense.
Apparently he was baking a birthday cake. I thought he was just tired of that roller derby gear funk (for reference for those not familiar: not as bad as hockey gear, but pretty close).
Jeff: You can't come in here if you're going to smell.
Me: What?! Of course I smell! And my gear!
Jeff: No, you can't smell with your nose when you come in.
Me: Ah, that makes more sense.
Apparently he was baking a birthday cake. I thought he was just tired of that roller derby gear funk (for reference for those not familiar: not as bad as hockey gear, but pretty close).
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