3 Types of Dumping

This was sort of a funny sign:

“No Dumping”


Dumping can refer to at last 3 different types of things and none of them are any good:


1) Dogs – When people are inconsiderate with the animals and they take a “dump” and people don’t clean up after them (leaving the messy stink for you to step in). 


2) Trash – When people throw their trash in the dump or what they consider to be a convenient dumping ground and they make a huge mess of the surroundings (like the used mattress on the side of the road).


3) Emotions – When people dump their emotions and problems on others; they just sort of let it all out and while they may feel better (i.e. a nice catharsis), now you feel like sh*t!


Overall, I can’t think of any good connotation to dumping, so maybe people should stop doing it–dogs, trash, and problems.  😉


(Credit Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

On Taste And Smell

Just wanted to share this saying (translated from Hebrew) that I like:

On taste and smell, there is no argument.


What tastes or smells good or bad to one person versus another is not up for debate. 


Each person has their own taste buds and odor senses.


Some people may be more or less sensitive to different tastes and smells. 


So there is no arguing there.


You either like or you don’t like. 


That’s your prerogative!


Don’t make a big stink about it. 😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Sushi Socks Dating

Sushi Socks.jpeg

So this is a novel way to sell socks.


Roll them up and package them like a sushi roll. 


Socks are the colors and textures of various fish.


Not sure why anyone would want socks that mimic sushi…


Unless of course, you feet stink like raw fish!


My wife knows this true story about this one girl that I dated before I met her, and she came over to my parents house and was waiting for me. 


When I got there, she was sitting on the couch and her shoes were off. 


It was after a long day at work apparently, and her feet smelled worse than any fish I could imagine. 


Literally, I think I could’ve passed out right there on the floor. 


Date was over and quick, and I never forget those sushi feet. 😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Smelt It Dealt It

Smells

As kids, there always used to be someone who would run around holding their nose, and yelling at the smallest sign of someone’s flatulence…Eew!


In turn, the other kids would all chime in: “The person who smelt it, dealt it!”


Might as well push the responsibility where it rightfully belongs–uh, maybe. 


This is what kids do–they are not politically correct in the slightest!


Are adults any better really?


I’ve seen grown men and women start holding their noses and waving their hands in front of their faces when someone is stinking up the local air.


In particular, this happens quite a bit on places like the crowded Metro and elevators…going down. 


People are unforgiving when the air is foul. 


Personally, I am very sensitive to bad smells and hot air–my A/C is running full blast all around the year…even in Winter, seriously!


When I saw this sign in a storefront window that said, “Free Smells,” I thought to myself, gee we got enough smells to last a lifetime, and that’s why fresh air and nature is so appealing to the good ‘ol olfactory senses. 


Free smells…unless it’s fresh flowers or some savory dish to eat–you can have it–free or not, I frankly don’t give a damn.  


My personal belief is that an odor is far more likely to cause you a gag sensation than put a refreshing smile on your ugly face. 


Good etiquette, keep your smells to yourself. 😉


(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)

Smellicious

Smellicious

This past week in the office we had an etiquette offense.

Someone had some lunch that was smell-eeeee!

The whole suite was reeking from it.

First one person runs up to me as I enter the suite and says, “Did you smell it?”

Just getting over a cold, I say innocently, “Smell what?”

Then as I head down the hall, even the sniffles doesn’t protect me from whatever’s been cooking in lunch-land.

Ick–it’s like a combination of day old leftovers that have been warmed over with a foul fishy smell combusting the whole work area.

Next, I see one guy running around the cubicles with a air freshener–spraying and spraying–everywhere.

Followed by a lady, with a similar aerosol, sticking her head in the offices and giving a spritz or two or three.

Colleagues were gathering to discuss the stink and venture guesses as to who the culprit was that would invoke such horror in the office.

Jokes and mild-mannered innuendoes followed to sort of lighten the mood of the folks that had been working extra hard the last few months.

The stick stunk for almost 24-hours, but despite the bad smell in the air, the gregarious mood made up for it–as it was just another event we could bond around–the smell, the sights of the people running around with air fresheners, and the good-natured ridicule on who would offend and break the professional code of conduct–and leave everyone gasping for breath. 😉

(Source Photo: Andy Blumenthal)