So here I sit at the Old City Buffet in Waynesboro, PA. You know the kind of place; 6 rows of food, ranging from donuts to sushi to mashed potatoes to clam chowder o king crab. All this for $6.99. I’ve made it 1050 miles so far. You know what my trip has been missing thus far? I have yet to truly offend any townspeople with my hiker musk. That is, until today.

I’m seated in the back corner of the restaurant when I head off for my first helping. Upon returning, I notice a group of four ladies, two of them nurses, seated next to me. They had also just returned from the bar. We all go aout eating our first round. Before all four of them had finished their first plate, one of them gets up to talk to the waitress. Im thinking she’s merely being sly and trying to pay the bill. Shortly thereafter, the other three leave. Wow, quick lunch, but not surprising since it’s lunchtime on a weekday.

So like i said, i’m sitting in the corner, a bit walled off from the rest of the place. I get up to peruse the oferings and figure out how I’m going to stack my second plate. And looky who’s standing at the dessert tray, Miss I’ll-pay-the-bill. I immediately smile to myself and head over to the aisle so i can get a good scan in of the entire restaurant. You betcha, the other three are sitting about a quarter mile from me across the cavernous dining room. I, of course being an instigator, walked up and stood next to the lady at the dessert tray so she could get a nice big whiff of me. P – U !!!! I pity the fool who gets in my stink’s path. Im starting to see the little stink lines above me like pigpen from Peanuts.

it’s been a while since i did a BO check on here, so there ya have it. At least all of the other patrons have been respectful. A few even stopped me to ask about the hike. I dread the thought that it will be three more days before a shower or clean clothes. It’s muggier than cambodia and hotter than nairobi. I just hope my arc’teryx pack’s seams hold under the torment of my drenching sweats.