I used to work with an old Irishman painting grammar school classrooms during the summer.
We used the stinkiest, graffiti proof paint, especially in the bathrooms. The smell was overpowering, so ventillation was veey important.
Then, at 10 AM every day, we would retire to the teacher's lounge for a break. The old sod would fire up an aromatic pipe while making toast, upon which he would place tinned achovies and their oil.
He did this every freakin day.
The combination of smells was just too much; paint, pipe, toasted bread, and warm anchovies. I eventually started taking my breaks outside where I could breathe.
We used the stinkiest, graffiti proof paint, especially in the bathrooms. The smell was overpowering, so ventillation was veey important.
Then, at 10 AM every day, we would retire to the teacher's lounge for a break. The old sod would fire up an aromatic pipe while making toast, upon which he would place tinned achovies and their oil.
He did this every freakin day.
The combination of smells was just too much; paint, pipe, toasted bread, and warm anchovies. I eventually started taking my breaks outside where I could breathe.
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