A woman walked past my desk at work today with such strong perfume that it gave me a headache. Luckily it didn’t last long as the circulation in this office is above par. I’m still amazed that people take a bath in that shit. I wear a modest amount of cologne and even then it’s not so overpowering that I made flowers wilt when I walk past.
I understand the desire to smell “pretty” and I’m sure everyone has a bottle or ten of their favorite scent they like to use. Even us migraineurs can like scented junk but there is a simple thing called MODERATION. I know there are entire blogs dedicated to scent-free this and scent-free that. I just like to add my own useless two cents into the electronic ether about it.
Speaking of bad smells, there is no worse place for perfumed-over body odor than at the gym. Tuesday night Tazz and I went to the gym and happened to pick the two open treadmills next to the smelliest man in the world. The only thing I can compare it to is a steak house gone rancid. WOW. We ended up moving when two other treadmills opened. It was bad enough that I nearly yarked. That would have been a scene – my upchuck hitting the belt and spraying over the gym bunnies behind me while simulatenously flying on my ass. I think I need to bring some Febreeze with me.
Not sure who to give the copyright nod to for the image, I think Warner Brothers. Meh.
1 Comment
Migraine Chick · November 13, 2008 at 6:50 PM
I think we all need some Febreeze at work. I’m battling the body odor offenders!