Well, I've been thusly cursed. At a ball game, I can smell the nachos three rows down. When I cleaned carpets, it sure came in handy. I had a painful, lingering sinus inflammation last year. So bad, my jaw even hurt. Don't know if it was related.
But yeah, In the Marines, I could smell the other patrol coming 'cause some of their guys used too much cologne and bug juice. So those stories about the Viet Cong doing that, true. One of the causes of Hyperosmia is genetic. Funny, I don't look Vietnamese.
But is sometimes does suck. I spent a couple of hours yesterday shampooing our rugs and carpet. Our dog is really old. He excretes oils and has occasional bladder accidents. I came home yesterday, opened the door... and gaged. My son was just sitting there.
"Christ! You don't smell THAT!?"
"No Dad, Sorry. I don't."
And neither do my wife or daughter. Well, the carpets are clean now.
My bus ride a few days ago was Hell on wheels. In addition to poor hygiene, someone took a cloud bath in dope. Pot and body odor. I was seriously ready to get out and walk. All you pot apologists, blah blah. It was no better, actually worse than a urine soaked drunk with an after scent of vomit. At least the drunks aren't on my bus at 4PM, they have the good sense to not be on the bus until later. But pot is socially acceptable now.
Fine. I'm taking a gin bath, and riding the number nine bus down the hill next week. Screw you all.
My boss will give me a month off to sober up, and I can shampoo the rugs some more. I smell a win-win.