well, i wasn't very inclined to, but w asked me to put something here about tonight's incident. so well i guess i will.



anyways, we were at borders, after having dinner at marche, after a saunter down orchard road. as usual, we went to the music section to peruse through cd after cd, going over little minute details like only how inane music bitches do. so it was very merry and the like, when at the "S" section, it happened.



w started to look a little perplexed, whilst i at the same moment, caught a whiff of something most unsoothing to the old sniffer. i was still looking at cds but this new nasal sensation was tugging at my shirtsleeves for my attention. so i delicately traced this foul bouquet and as i swiveled my head to the right, the sight and realisation dawned upon me like a morning's heavy dampness together with the full affront of a scent so foreign and vile that i could not help but cover my mouth, and laugh. the stifled laughter of a person who realises the gravity of the situation and also the merry mirth of one who realises that w has also experienced the same revelation.



i staggered away, turning back only to grab a cd that caught my attention. we clawed our way to a listening post nearby and still could not escape the vileness that permeated the air like an insidious waft that grabs you by the gonads. w tested the waters by walking around in a desperate search of pleasant air while i observed that the odour was localised to only the aisle we were in. soon we were a safe distance away and we observed this element of terror together.



it was some construction person, quite filthy, quite foreign. i can't make out his nationality. but it wasn't a pleasant smelling one.



most intriguing of all, he had a plastic bag tied over his head.



of course this led us to ponder for reasons why.



w could not come up with a satisfactory explanation as he was too sickened and excited at the nature of the smell that he had just encountered.



my theory was that the plastic bag was tied there to stop all the lice on his head from jumping off to attack nearby targets.



so we somehow pieced together that he probably hadn't washed his hair and kept that plastic bag tied to his head for a week to achieve such an aroma.



as we walked out of borders, w asked me what colour would that smell we encountered be, if it had a colour. at first i thought it would be greenish-yellow, but it wasn't all that pungent and putrid. it was a rather more greyish-brown colour.



later on i speculated that perhaps he got all his mates to give him a bukkake on his head a week before and tied the plastic bag on his head to keep it nice and festering.



w then reasoned that perhaps that all that spunk helps hair growth so the plastic bag keeps the nutrients in. i heartily offered to condition his hair for him. but he seemed quite antagonistic about it. and so i took his silence to be a declination. though the coy smile on his lips confused me for a while. i shall have to ask him about my offer again sometime. just to make sure.



actually on afterthought, now that the shock has worn off. there is a logical explanation for the plastic bag. he must have tied it to his head as it was raining earlier on in the evening. and being presumably involved in construction work, he must have been outdoors in the rain.



well, logic never made anything very humorous.



i prefer the bukakke explanation personally.