First the riddle. How can a man put on clean clothes in the morning after his shower, get no closer to gasoline than riding in the front seat of a minivan, and have his jeans smell like gas when he takes them off to sleep at night?
Give up? No? Too bad. I'm giving you the answer anyway. The gas has soaked into his skin. I've taken 3 showers since Stadium Cleanup, but it doesn't stop the smell.
My blower had a leak which wasn't stopped until I had made my way the length of the stadium (and running back) three or four times, because I didn't know where it was leaking. This left a large stain on the back of my shirt, and my pants. A little while after the leak was stopped, my back started hurting, about belt-high, on the left side (near where the leak was). I didn't think about it at the time, but last night, after realizing I still smelled like gas, I checked the mirror. There were chemical burns right where the pain was. This spot is also where the source of the gas smell is, so I can only come to the conclusion that the gas dissolved some of my skin, and has absorbed into what's left.
So now to the apology. For anybody that gets stuck around me before the smell fades (or before I find a way to get rid of it--going to buy some charcoal, which should work) I'm sorry for the gas smell. You can be sure that it's making me feel a lot worse than it's making you feel.
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