The other day I do my normal shower and head out to work.
That day happened to be a lot of heavy ground grunt work.
Around noon I stop by the house to get a bite to eat and see that I need some dog food etc.
Run back out to the rat race and stop at the local market afterwards.
Standing in line .... "Mommy that man smells!!"
Can't say anything what ever at the kid so you look up and up and up at mom.
Think she already had a run in with Tyson ... every military combat unit on the planet even!
Paid and left shaking.
Dreambird WAS THAT YOU?
? ... as I run the low ground again .... <gr>