I perpetually smell like BBQ. Like. Not BO. It doesn’t smell bad, just – like BBQ. Sometimes I think it’s the hickory wood we used to make our furniture, and sometimes I think it’s all the BBQ I eat, but then I realize it’s because of the fact that I work at a BBQ joint. It’s not bad, free food, good pay, and the people there are super nice. However, I was on a date last week and my date asked what the smell was. She asked the server what it was because she wanted to order it. I was starting to get curious when the server said they don’t serve any BBQ! I realized it was me she was smelling! She was so taken by the smell that we immediately left with the server and had a threesome in my car. That’s why I love working at the BBQ joint.