Update: today I went to the Pilates class expressly to catch a whiff of that room.
It smelled a little sweaty, but perfectly fine.
xbuckeye, that sounds grody behind words. If it made you cry… that’s trouble funk.
Rilchiam - similar experience when I was in college. I worked in an office on campus, and every now and then fratboys who got into trouble would have to come to the office and do menial work for punishment. Well, this guy came in one morning… and BAM, like a kick in the nads, the smell was unreal. Eau de old dead man. My olfactories overloaded and started oozing out of my nose.
You know that nervous titter that goes through the office when there’s a farty smell floating around? There was no tittering, just outright gagging and choking. The nicest, most reserved people in the office were muttering “what the fuck is that? Kill me now!” After a few reconnisance whiffs, it was determined that the temporary worker was the culprit. The office nominated the one male staffmember to talk to him - STAT - and offer soap, new clothes, deodorant, or even removal of sweat glands.
They go into the conference room and about 20 minutes later, the kid and Mike emerge. We all converge in the (ventilated) room and ask Mike what went down…
…turns out the kid did something that got him kicked out of the dorms, so he was bunking with a friend. All of his clothes were in a knapsack that… you guessed it, the friend’s cat pissed on. Friend walks by, sees the bag is damp and thinks it’s water - and places the bag on the radiator, ostensibly leaving the house for several hours. When they return, the guy’s bag is steeped in baked-on cat piss… his clothes as well.
Mike alternated between feeling sorry for the kid and wanting to laugh his ass off. He sent the kid home (his punishment was adjudicated, I think, and he never came back) and we let loose with the Lysol up in that bad boy. Best funky smell story I’ve ever experienced… almost worth the discomfort!