My dad...::sigh::...it was the smell of hot and cold. He could come in from work and I could smell the heat or lack of on him...the sweat from working outside as a rice breeder. LOL! I know it sounds weird being able to smell hot and cold but I could and still can. :)
Dad was a warehouse foreman for a company that shipped boots so he always was dirty from the rubber, REAL rubber, and to this day whenever I buy a pair of boots whether it be rain, snow or fancy ones, he HAS to see the bottoms. If he mehs it, they go back; if I get "they're ok" means I keep them.
And yeah, when I get upset & I go talk to him about everyday crap, I hang around till he's washing his hands. Even if he does the dishes & the water's on, I get up right next to him to get that safe feeling.
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And yeah, when I get upset & I go talk to him about everyday crap, I hang around till he's washing his hands. Even if he does the dishes & the water's on, I get up right next to him to get that safe feeling.
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