Getting ready for watch this morning, and, since it was raining fairly hard, I didn't throw my baseball cap on, which is my normal SOP after rolling out of my bunk. Instead I put on my foul weather gear, which has been sitting on a hook for 3 weeks after having been laundered. The horrific stink of bunker fuel was sticking to my rain jacket.
I'm starting to think my wife is being pragmatic in her tradition of handing me a tumbler of whiskey shortly after I get home. I wonder if it gets the smell of bunker oil out of my pores. Apparently Inappropriately Hot Foreign Wife prefers me smelling like a still as compared to the septic tank stink of IFO-380.
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