Begin Commentary: I’m still not going to write out the story of how he got his nickname, but I can tell you another story about this man. Peanuts generally smelled terrible, like extremely strong body odour tinged with regret. Thankfully I did not often have to work right next to him, but getting anywhere near his person was usually enough to make my eyes water.
Except for one day, when he smelled nothing like his usual horrible self. He smelled strongly of something else. It wasn’t a pleasant smell really, but it wasn’t offensive either. Something about that smell was also plucking at my memory, and it took most of a shift to realize what it was — floor cleaner! At a previous job I’d worked with industrial floor cleaners and he smelled exactly of those.
My first reaction was “Yay, it’s not B.O.!” My second reaction was “…but why floor cleaner?” [January 17, 2012]
I remember the stories you’ve told us about this guy…great stuff.
That story is awesome.
Is that sweat that I see under that fat balding man’s arms?
You bastard, you took out the part about the trains D<
Oh well, it’s still awesome…. heheh, pie <3
LOOK HOW SMALL I HAD TO MAKE YOUR QUESTION
THERE IS NO ROOM FOR TRAINS
Is that the same guy who’s not scared from no one?? lol that was a good story!
LIES! THERE IS ALWAYS ROOMS FOR TRAINS!
You need to do more Peanuts stories. *nods*