Unintentional Revenge

For those of us who are horse owners, we know that the smell of horse dander and manure stays on our cloths and boots, and this smell does not bother us at all. In fact we are sort of immune to it. We do not really smell it on ourselves when we walk around in non-horse environments. Once in a while we will catch the occasional whiff of it, but that’s about it. But for city people the smell of horse dander and manure is very offensive to the nose.

Normally at school I wear my “school cloths” but today, on account that I had to go work with the horses directly after school I wore my “barn cloths” and thought nothing about it. Little did I know that in doing this I would get sweet unintentional revenge.

Now if you have read the story about the guy who sits behind me in class making my life miserable, then keep reading, if you have not, stop and go read Mission to Disgust before continuing. Trust me the story is a lot funnier if you do.

Barn Cloths!

Barn Cloths!

So here I am sitting in class like I normally do and I noticed I was actually paying attention to the teacher and not being distracted by the guy who sits behind me for once. I did not feel any breathing down my neck or hear any slobbering in my ear. When I looked over my shoulder I saw him sitting as far back in his chair as he could, holding his breath, with a look of disgust on his face. Then I caught a whiff of horse dander and manure. I faced the front again realizing that the smell of horse disgusted him so much that he could not stand to lean forward like he normally does. It put a smile on my face for the rest of the class period. If I would have known that was the solution to this problem I would have done it a long time ago. I do not mind the smell of horse at all, but apparently he cannot stand it. Ahhh… Sweet, sweet unintentional revenge.



Filed under The Problem with Being Aware

7 responses to “Unintentional Revenge

  1. Ankoku1331

    Awesome. 🙂

  2. Why do I have the feeling those just became you’re ‘school cloths’ as well as your barn cloths?

  3. I had a pony growing up and I still love that smell–the hay, the manure, the leather.

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  7. Steven

    Hahaha. Got him! 🙂

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