Yellow Skin Cream

Last night at the Journeys Within B & B in Camboida, I'm lying in my bed reading when my cousin Brandon comes and knocks on my door. He says you have to come down to the kitchen and see Mon. Now at this point I already know that Mon is probably close to the dumbest girl I've ever met. Like little yellow school bus dumb. But she always has a smile and she is a damn good worker. So when I get downstairs, the whole kitchen wreaks of mustard.

"Why does it smell like mustard?" I ask to Brandon. He just laughs and then appears Mon.

She's in the bathroom washing off a shitload mustard off her arms and face.

"What the hell?" I say, as the whole Cambodian staff is in stiches.

Then she runs out and hits Pwon, who is laughing on the floor.

Brandon finally explains what's going on. When Mon was cleaning the food from the guest's room, there was a small jar of mustard near the finished food, so she picked it up and brought it back to the kitchen. When she asked Pwon what it was, he told her it was skin cream. And since the guests had left, she absconded the strange new, funky smelling substance. She then appartently showered and being freshly cleaned, continued to smear the whole jar of yellow dijon onto her arms, hands, and face.

Talk about a beautiful practical joke. Perfect candidate for the victim. Perfect execution. She smelled worse than a dirty German after a day's housing at Oktoberfest.