What's that stench?

At the dump, we are accustomed to a lot of peculiar and often disagreeable odors. It goes with the job. Not unlike other professions, there are drawbacks. But there are good times too. Like, ...well, I can't think of anything at the moment. But you can bet your sweet ass that I and the other dumpfucks would not continue working here if there weren't some fun times.

The news today had a piece on the air quality around ground zero in the days and weeks after 9/11/2001. Some scientists are now questioning whether the EPA had been correct in determining the air "safe" to breathe.
A bunch of us were gathered for afternoon tea. (ie, beer) One of the new guys had brought some Blue Moon Pumpkin Ale, and we (who normally settle for Pabst Blue Ribbon) were tarrying past the usual break time. I was not feeling sympathetic about the poor new Yorkers who survived and breathed the air. "How many people have to work thirty yards form a decomposing moose?" I wondered. "The fumes alone give you a nagging groin rash."
"Yeah," said Lardass, whose lack of olfactory sensitivity was legendary.
George had recently returned form a vacation to Europe. He was sorting his trip photos, hoping that one of us would take an interest. We hate to see other people's travel photos. It simply reminds us that we never go anywhere. Hey, nice church. Oooh nice mountains. Gee you were in a cab? Wow.
OK, maybe I am jealous, but how the fuck do other people get to take trips to dumps in foreign lands and the rest of us are stuck here in the fetid piles of human waste, wondering if there is a higher power than the 700 horsepower shredder-baler.
Bill walked in, wearing his usual outfit - jodpurs and red sneakers. He is a weird one, even here.
"Hi George," he said, ignoring the rest of us. "Glad to see you back." Then he saw the photos and tried to change the subject. Too late. George made him look at the 14 pictures of him and his wife looking at things that were probably interesting in real life, but inadequately recorded on a cheap one-time-use tourist camera.
Lardass, who had been dozing in the corner, abruptly jumped up, yelling "What's that stench!"
The rest of us just shrugged our shoulders like we hadn't smelled anything. Bill was the only one who didn't realize that his after shave (Aqua Velva) was the offending stink.