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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