The Smell of Spring
Men hard at work out in their gardens, sweating profusely in the sun when, suddenly, two white-coated types stop by to pick up their sweat-soaked garb. Tops first, then shorts and underpants. Bagged-up and foil-wrapped, the clothes are subsequently shipped off to be sold – to the ecstatic delight of a young lady – as “The Smell of Spring” through a vending machine in an Asian country. An interesting reverse take, one might be tempted to say, on those old apocryphal tales of soiled women’s panties being sold through vending machines in Japan.