There’s this guy. I’ll call him… dave. Mostly because his name is… dave.

He used to work where I work. Dave was a serviceman. Or ostensibly so. See, he wasn’t very good at it, at least not in for any value of “Good” I know.

His defining characteristic was his eye-watering B.O. He could walk in the shipping door in the back of the building, and the receptionist, all the way in the front, would remark “Dave’s here”.

He left some years back. I expect he found other things to do, his hobbies were encompassing and expensive- photography, scuba, etc.. He always drove a big caddie, untl his stock of photo equipment became so large that he had to buy a van, then he got a huge tricked out custom stabbin cabin on wheels. Dave’s hair looked exactly like Bug Eyed Earl’s. Dave would have had to have an implant to have the personality of Bug Eyed Earl. He was married, apparently to a normal person. I never met that particular abberation, I don’t know what I’d say. Probably something like “You have sex with that freak?”

Last tuesday as I left the show I found myself smelling a familiar smell, and sure enough, here came Dave, wheeling a giant tripod with a case full of (I assume) video equipment.

I was a bit boggled. He smelled exactly the same. he looked a bit older, a bit heavierl But he smelled like ever.

bugrit.