One of the male ice dancers wrinkled his nose as he took a seat next to the looker room door. "What's that smell?"
Since I have almost no sense of smell, I've missed the 'joys' of sitting next to the door to the locker room to put on my skates. I was 3 feet away and could smell nothing.
The male dancer actually got up and stuck his head in the door. He slammed it shut. "It smells like there's a dead body in there!"
There's no reason for this as you can wash them at home.
Miss Bianca relates a story to the rest of us, that Dance Coach (who plays rec hockey) doesn't like this custom of our local hockey players. "Is dizguzting." she tells us he'd said, "I keep my gear clean. Someday when I see you in my hockey gear, you can smell me and see that I don't stink."
And we all mentally went...
Febreze grenade for the locker room, anyone?