More Ron, more Ron.
It’s been a long time. I can’t wait for another Ron story. I’m desperate, so I’ll have to post my own “Ron” story that happened a while back.
Pseudo-Ron (not his real name) was just some distant relation (second cousin by marriage or something) and apparently a lecturer on astronomy at some college. As there was an astronomy conference in our city he managed to get one of those “kin-of-a-kin” kinda invitations to stay at our home for the week long conference. My dad picked him up at the airport on a warm summer day, everyone introduced themselves and exchanged pleasantries, but after a few minutes and many puzzled looks it became obvious. This man stunk….badly.
But hey! It was a long trip, long line ups, our car wasn’t air conditioned, so who could be expected to be at their “freshest” ? My mother (ever the gracious host) suggested that everyone get ready for dinner and this would allow our guest to “freshen up”. Well, he showed up with another shirt but just as smelly as before.
Each day got worse, the house was beginning to get a fetid odor usually associated with high school gym locker rooms. My mom tried her best…honestly. She offered to wash his clothes, suggested a dip in our pool, maybe a quick shower before bed (cause “you look really tired and sweaty”. Our odoriferous friend seemed oblivious to my all of mother’s hints and entreaties. The rest of the family just took to eating breakfast and dinner out on the patio.
On the last day, it was raining badly so we were stuck eating inside. My mom made soup and something. We were all just counting down the minutes to his departure with the kind of serene feeling that comes with knowing that the nasal suffering would soon end. My mom spoons out the soup and our guest leans over the bowl and starts to sniff inquisitively. He looks up and sees us watching him intently and says “Oh, I’m sorry…I’m sure it looks a little strange, but it’s just that I have a very keen sense of smell”. We all wanted to burst out laughing, but managed polite smiles instead, except my dad who still had to drive him to the airport.
Not a true “Ron” story, but still a story about people oblivious to their negative impact on the lives of others. It’s my first post, so please be kind.