Thankfully the summer has been rather mild for the most part here in the greater NYC area. So the running outside hasn’t been too bad, but still, I come back rather sweaty. That’s when this plays out..
Heading to the bathroom for a shower. Hands grab onto shirt to pull it off (don’t worry this isn’t 52 shades of gray)..
Head: Humming along tiredly..
Hands: (partway pulling the shirt up) Eww WTF this is disgusting! (Let go of shirt which falls back down)
Body: (much like a boiled frog, previously ignorant of the disgusting sweat infused material covering it, has been woken up) AAAAAAAAAAA, get it off get it off GET IT OFFFF!!!!
Hands: No way am I touching that again.
Body: Cmon cmon cmon it’s gross. Just grab it quick.
Head: Humming along tiredly…
Legs: Hey knock it off up there. We’ve been running for miles carrying you lot and we want a hot shower and a sit down.
Body: (Wailing on the ground gibbering) get it off get it off get it off
Legs: Don’t make us come up there!
Hands: Alright alright. Pull shirt up.
Face: (suddenly covered in sweaty shirt) (muffled) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!