Mr. T and I continually have the same argument over and over. We'll be in a public place, the subway, a street corner, a winebar, and I'll start scrunching my nose up. Here's what happens:
Sassy: (in barely a whisper) Something smells.
Mr. T: (angry whisper) No it doesn't. Why do you always do this?
Sassy: Seriously, something smells awful. You don't smell it?
Mr. T: No, and be quiet. People can hear you.
Sassy: So what? If it smells, it smells. Why should I be sensitive to someone who is vulgar enough to offend me with their foulness?
Mr. T: [sigh]
Sassy: Seriously, I will vomit if we don't get away soon.
Mr. T: You always do this. I think something is wrong with your nose.
Sassy: Yeah, I have an oober-senstive olfactory sense!
This always happens. I smell something foul. He doesn't. He gets mad at me for apparently offending the culprit by vocalizing said stench. It's a never-ending battle between us. It happens at least once a week. I am convinced that if I had a superpower, it would be my superior oober-sensitive olfactory sense. I also have 20/15 vision. I just wanted to brag about that. (And I haven't had Lasik surgery).
THE DAILY SASS:
"Bros before hoes, dude. Bros before hoes." - Mr. T