Last night was elimination round of the IBF… aka the INSTITUTE BASKETBALL FINALS. Kind of a big deal.We went to support our favorite Duncan boys. Upon entering the building the most offensive smell filled our noses…the putrescent smell of feet. Yeah you know the one I’m talking about.
But this was not your average case of smelly feet. In order to recreate this smell you would have to capture all of the odors and juices that the human body naturally creats put it in a jar and let if ferment for a hundred years and then release it into unpolluted air. It was that Bad.
As Jacie,Hannah, and I walked in the door all three of us let out an audible gasp, unfortunately the gasp drew many unwanted looks our way. As we began to power walk down the hall I held my breath. Part of me feared that if the smell was inhaled it would reach my lungs and cause them to shrivel up.
Unfortunately my power walk wasn’t fast enough the fumes made my eyes begin to water. As soon as we made it down the hall and around the corner I felt like I couldn’t breathe the clean air in fast enough.
Do people just not know when their feet stink? Because I think I do. Like for example after softball tournaments I just knew it was in everyone’s best interest if I A) kept my cleats on for the car ride home or B) Wiped them down dang good with baby wipes followed by a clean pair of socks until I could actually wash away the damage.
So anyways moral of the story… if you feet stink, wash them. If you are unable to wash your feet at the time then please do us all a favor and keep your shoes on.
Oh and our Duncan boys (and Bryan) kicked the Thatcher boys booty!
