My hands smell of tuna. I've washed them several times, but the aroma of tuna lingers on. Before you all get smutty (oh don't deny it, I know what you guys are like), I decided to be all healthy this morning and fix myself a tuna salad to take to work for lunch. I prepared it at 8am, washed my hands, and then left the house. On the train, I realised with horror that my hands reeked of fish.
Comforted myself with the knowledge that I would be able to wash them (with what? Acid?) once I got to work. Of course, as soon as I walked into reception, of course I was introduced to a new member of staff, and of course we shook hands. Way to make a great impression - I'm the girl who smells like tuna. Excellent.
Over the course of the day, I've washed my hands a number of times in the manner of an OCD sufferer, and even now, even now I swear I can still smell a hint of tuna. See what happens when you make an effort and go all healthy? Had I bought myself a ridiculously over-priced hermetically sealed sandwich from M&S, none of this would have happened.
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