Saturday, December 24, 2005 :::
A couple days ago, my department at work went out for some Mexican food at Don Pablo's, the Mexican Food Mega-Chain. I'm not the hugest fan, but I don't like to rock the boat when it comes to my coworkers' lunch choices. I ate my tacos and went about my business for the rest of the day, until I went to Target after work, over four hours later, to finish up some Christmas shopping. While waiting in line at the check-out, the little kid behind me started yanking on his mom's skirt and repeating loudly: "I smell tacos, mommy. Mommy. Mommy. Mommy, I smell tacos, mommy. I smell tacos. I smell tacos, mommy." I sniffed my jacket and the smell was definitely emanating from me. I must have become accustomed to it, I guess. But the kid wouldn't shut up about smelling some damned tacos, and the cashier just stared at me while the little boy's mother, who obviously knew where the stink was coming from, tried to stifle him for my sake. Stupid Don Pablo's. You shouldn't have to take a shower after patronizing an eating establishment.
It was really embarrassing, but it also reminded me of this girl at my health club who always seems to occupy the treadmill next to me. She has angel-wing tattoos on her back shoulder blades, so she wears a low-hanging tank top to accentuate them; and even more distinctively, she always smells like corned beef. Every time I'm at the club, she winds up next to me on the treadmills in her wifebeater, running like mad, and stinking of lunch meat. I always figured that maybe that was just her natural odor, but I guess in light of my taco incident, I may have to rethink my theory. So, in the spirit of understanding, since it is Christmas Eve and all, I'm going to assume that she just eats at the deli every day and the fact that she smells like old cold cuts is actually not her fault at all. The benefit of the doubt will be my Christmas present to her. You're welcome, smelly tattooed jogging lady.
::: posted by dan at 4:14 PM :: [ link ] :: (7) comments
7 previous comments:
A Google search reveals 783 hits for the term "smell like tacos" and 579 for "smells like tacos." The most prevalent common references are to arm pits and female parts. So, Dan, you are not the only one.
Merry Christmas and thanks for making the year more interesting.
By billthecatlives, at 10:03 PM
Maybe she's a butcher or a sandwich maker.
Or she could be a hunter who rubs herself with meat to mask the human odor from her prey.
By Erik, at 12:26 PM
Maybe it is like when you exercise after drinking and you sweat out the alchohol. She must be a beefaholic and, overcome with guilt, runs to get over her corned beef hangover.
When she gets in gear, that's when the aroma begins to eminate from her pores, it is the only explaination.
By The Artist Extraordinaire, at 6:21 PM
when i worked at a bakery, i always smelled like donuts. my coat hung right by the ovens. stray men followed me everywhere i went. luckily, one wasn't so creepy, so i married him!
i bet the beef girl works for a deli. you should ask her where she works.
By , at 7:12 AM
My husband and I always go out for Indian food the day after Christmas, so last night we went to the little restaurant down town and pigged out. When I went out to start my car this morning, my coat smelled like a vast day-old curry. So I feel your pain. I've never seen the FeBreeze appeal until now.
PS Sorry they misprinted your website as planetdan.com. I checked my entry and I definitely was rocking the .net extension.
By , at 7:28 AM
Oh, wow, I was expecting you to say that the taco smell was from your farts...better that it was from your jacket than your ass.
By , at 3:57 PM
I ate at a Don Pablos in Asheville NC. You are lucky all you smelled like were tacos, that place was VILE! How does putting bar b q sauce on shrimps make them mexican?
Sorry, it's been a few years and the memory haunts me. Next time, I'll stick with Waffle Houses. If I'm going for novilty, I'm sticking with a food I can't get in San Diego.
By elcynic, at 1:59 AM
< Back to Blog
My First Christmas Present
Punished for Being Shallow
Screw You, Face Recognizer!
A Fresh Start
2005: A Year In Review
beware of the blog
b stacy b
trek geek scott
and far away
the big lug
girls are pretty
more cow bell
world of wonder