So, another wasted Thursday afternoon and evening unloading a truck at the swamp.
We're a little bit into the unload when I hear, from the sanctity of my softlines staging area, "Geez, what the hell stinks?"
And then "Christ, it smells like piss! And it's leaking all over the floor!"
Curious, I step out a little bit, and it hits me like a fist in the face. A heady aroma of piss, puke and ass, and the culprit is sitting right on the conveyor belt.
A case of Liquid Fence. A chemical you spray around your yard to keep the deer, rabbits, and other animals from dining on your plants. I've heard it's not too effective, because it washes off in the rain and the animals build up a tolerance to it, even though the smell of the stuff would lead you to believe otherwise.
So two of the guys in back with me chuck the case into a repack tote and gingerly carry it outside, setting it by the fence. And we dump a bunch of kitty litter on the puddle of liquid fence on the floor. But the stench lingers on, even after I procure half a can of Glade from the service desk and empty it all over receiving and inside the truck (Thankfully there were no open flames anywhere near). The glade more or less mingled with the mud-bog liquid fence reek before finally overtaking it.
After having to smell that shit, I'll gladly take a fart in the face any day.
We're a little bit into the unload when I hear, from the sanctity of my softlines staging area, "Geez, what the hell stinks?"
And then "Christ, it smells like piss! And it's leaking all over the floor!"
Curious, I step out a little bit, and it hits me like a fist in the face. A heady aroma of piss, puke and ass, and the culprit is sitting right on the conveyor belt.
A case of Liquid Fence. A chemical you spray around your yard to keep the deer, rabbits, and other animals from dining on your plants. I've heard it's not too effective, because it washes off in the rain and the animals build up a tolerance to it, even though the smell of the stuff would lead you to believe otherwise.
So two of the guys in back with me chuck the case into a repack tote and gingerly carry it outside, setting it by the fence. And we dump a bunch of kitty litter on the puddle of liquid fence on the floor. But the stench lingers on, even after I procure half a can of Glade from the service desk and empty it all over receiving and inside the truck (Thankfully there were no open flames anywhere near). The glade more or less mingled with the mud-bog liquid fence reek before finally overtaking it.
After having to smell that shit, I'll gladly take a fart in the face any day.
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