This Ain't A Towel, It's A Sheet Of Dried Sweat

(Please forgive the pun in the title; I'm a Fall Out Boy fan. hehe :D ) 

I'm a member of this nice little gym that has a "towel service", which means that upon entering the premises, members are provided towels for their workout.

I've never had problems with these towels before, except last week. All of a sudden, in the middle of my 20-minute warmup run on the treadmill at medium speed, I felt strangely nauseous.  I thought maybe it's just because I hadn't been running for a while.  But as soon as I picked up the tower hanging in front of me on the machine, I knew the source of the nausea.

Dried friggin sweat. But not just that -- dried friggin sweat mixed with fragrant baby powder (which was put there in hopes of masking the unwashable stench off the towel, I suppose). The perfume-like properties of the powder actually made the stench propagate more! I felt like I almost fainted when I put my nose to the towel.

I'm actually on my way to that gym for another workout, but I forgot to bring my own towel. Maybe I should drop by the mall to buy one first..