by Sky'sGoneOut » Wed 11 Jan, 2017 2:40 am
Actually I might as well put this here rather than wasting another topic.
I got some super futuristic orange gel the other day to wash my clothes because it was half price in Tesco.
Now I'm a hand washer, I'm fighting back against the machines like John Connor.
Anyway I got this stuff and just squeezed it into the sink like washing up liquid then stirred it about with my clothes. There seemed to be a lot of bubbles but I wasn't overly concerned. Then when I was drying my stuff there was rather a strong smell of oranges but again I took this in my stride reasoning that it would abate once everything was dry.
It didn't.
On the bus the next day I became aware that my trousers absolutely stank of oranges. Which was alarming because never before have I been aware of the smell of my trousers on public transport. I ended up taking my coat off and putting it over my legs hoping to mask the stench. Then I got to my friends house and after ten minutes he asked "What the hell is that smell?", to which I could only reply, "My trousers".
Later, after 3 bottles of wine, I no longer cared as much but while the smell remained obviously noticeable on my bus journey home in competing with the old lady who smelled of sick and the stench of weed from the fellow asleep on the back seat it actually smelled quite nice.
I'll just use a little bit less next time.
Actually I might as well put this here rather than wasting another topic.
I got some super futuristic orange gel the other day to wash my clothes because it was half price in Tesco.
Now I'm a hand washer, I'm fighting back against the machines like John Connor.
Anyway I got this stuff and just squeezed it into the sink like washing up liquid then stirred it about with my clothes. There seemed to be a lot of bubbles but I wasn't overly concerned. Then when I was drying my stuff there was rather a strong smell of oranges but again I took this in my stride reasoning that it would abate once everything was dry.
It didn't.
On the bus the next day I became aware that my trousers absolutely stank of oranges. Which was alarming because never before have I been aware of the smell of my trousers on public transport. I ended up taking my coat off and putting it over my legs hoping to mask the stench. Then I got to my friends house and after ten minutes he asked "What the hell is that smell?", to which I could only reply, "My trousers".
Later, after 3 bottles of wine, I no longer cared as much but while the smell remained obviously noticeable on my bus journey home in competing with the old lady who smelled of sick and the stench of weed from the fellow asleep on the back seat it actually smelled quite nice.
I'll just use a little bit less next time.
