I'm on the bus this morning, off in my own little world, when I realize that something near me smells.
→[More:] Do some discreet sniffing around and realize, hey!, it's coming from my backpack!
I vaguely remember noticing the odor just before leaving the house, as I was gathering my things. I'm going through a mental list of things in my backpack that could smell, and I vaguely remember that I put a tangerine in there a few weeks ago that I don't think I ever ate. So it's probably that. (Though it doesn't smell like moldy citrus. Huh.)
So after resolving to empty and clean out my backpack when I get to work, I put my backpack on the floor between my feet, hoping no one else will notice the stink.
Get to work, commence disassembling the backpack. But wait, there's no moldy orange in there. In fact, it doesn't smell in there at all. So where's the smell coming from?
I take off my scarf, sniff it. Nothing. Take off my fleece, sniff it, and nothi -- hey, wait, what's that funky smell on my collar?
GODDAMN CAT PEED ON MY FUCKING JACKET.
Motherfucker.
Anyhow, how's your day going?