Saturday, January 14, 2012

The stink box




One of the things that annoys me the most each year when we come the the gift mart is the smell. As the the vast majority o both the buyers and reps here are female, about a 7 or 8 to 1 ratio, I am not talking about body odor or gaseous emissions. No what I'm referring to is the overwhelming cloud of perfume that seems to surround many of these ladies like a toxic fog that rolls in wherever they are. The one that gets me the most is when you get into an empty elevator and step into a gas chamber that assaults you with the left of floral remnants of a woman long gone. Eventually I remember to take a deep breathe as the elevator bell rings and hold it as I step across the threshold and pray I can hold that breathe long enough to get to the bottom floor, but even with that i fear that this cloud of toxic fume is still in mist form and will attach itself to me with great malice. How rude would it be where a gas mask in a professional setting.


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