Dog Pee on my Sleeve

So, this morning, I was in a hurry to get out of the house so I could catch my bus. So, I threw on a sweatshirt that has been hanging up in my closet for a couple weeks. It's clean and beautiful, and so I put it on over my tank top because I'm in that much of a hurry.

It looks good, and I'm pleased with it, right?

Well, the stars were not aligned for me today.

I went through the morning just fine.

Then I go to chemistry, and I'm just sitting there with my head resting on my hand, and I smell something weird.

And whatever this smell is, it's on me. So, I smell my sleeve.

YES. DOG PEE. ON MY JACKET. IT'S BEEN IN MY CLOSET FOREVER, AND THERE'S DOG PEE ON IT!

HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN? HOW IN THE HELL DOES DOG PEE GET ON A JACKET THAT'S BEEN HANGING UP?

So, I pulled my sleeve up my arm, trying to hide it. Well, that worked... kind of. My sleeve kept falling down, and I was so freaking upset. I SMELLED LIKE DOG PEE!

So, I tried to deal with it as best as I could during class, then the bell rang, and I knew I was going to be okay.

But no.

Guess who I ran into right after class?

YOU'VE PROBABLY GUESSED CORRECTLY. I SMELLED LIKE DOG PEE.

I was pissed.

He made my day a little better because he asked me about the soccer game that I went to on Saturday.

HE REMEMBERED SOMETHING THAT I TOLD HIM ABOUT! SQUEE!

Then, I was happy, 'cause we talked. And I get to see him tomorrow.