Stink Lines

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.