Down wind of pretty people
I'm blogging over at The Novelty Girls today, but I have a funny story I have to share with you.
So, I was walking into work this morning and one of those pretty, super perky looking chicks was walking in front of me. We both stopped for a moment to sigh and admire the luscious view provided by the Army ROTC boys jogging passed. (Tell me you wouldn't look. I'm not too old to look at them--just because I might be their instructor an hour later doesn't mean a thing, right?)
Anyway, pretty chick starts walking, and I'm moseying along behind sipping my chai latte and enjoying my last few moments of freedom before my Monday kicks off. That's when it hits me, the overwhelming stench of some no doubt very expensive perfume. I'm thinking what the hell?? this chick is about twenty feet ahead of me and I can smell her from here. I mean, jeez. She has the bow-chica-bow-bow body and then if it's not enough for her to have the backlit, soft focused entrance, you smell her coming a mile off.
My only consolation? She would so never survive in a horror movie. The evil beastie hunting mankind would get her stinky butt first.
So, I was walking into work this morning and one of those pretty, super perky looking chicks was walking in front of me. We both stopped for a moment to sigh and admire the luscious view provided by the Army ROTC boys jogging passed. (Tell me you wouldn't look. I'm not too old to look at them--just because I might be their instructor an hour later doesn't mean a thing, right?)
Anyway, pretty chick starts walking, and I'm moseying along behind sipping my chai latte and enjoying my last few moments of freedom before my Monday kicks off. That's when it hits me, the overwhelming stench of some no doubt very expensive perfume. I'm thinking what the hell?? this chick is about twenty feet ahead of me and I can smell her from here. I mean, jeez. She has the bow-chica-bow-bow body and then if it's not enough for her to have the backlit, soft focused entrance, you smell her coming a mile off.
My only consolation? She would so never survive in a horror movie. The evil beastie hunting mankind would get her stinky butt first.
posted by Crystal Jordan at
8:06 AM
9 Comments:
LOL. Good thing I wasn't there. I'm allergic to a lot of perfume and I probably would've sneezed on her. ;)
I'm sure she'd done something to cosmically deserve getting sneezed on.
I hate people like that. I'm sorry, a small dab of perfume on the wrists and neck is all you need. Unfortunately, people seem to think that you need to bathe in it. Considering that a couple minutes near that kind of perfume can leave me with a crippling migraine...... not fun.
I believe that's called a "Marine Shower." I could be wrong though.
i hate smelling other people's perfume. Yuck.
I don't wear it, so it's extra foul when I have to smell other people.
I'm like Erica - I'm so allergic to perfume. My happiest day was when RWA banned perfume from conference. Okay, not my happiest, but you get the point.
RWA has banned perfume? Ha! I didn't know that. Good thing I don't wear perfume or I might have been cited for disorderly perfuming last year.
Yep. . . the dinosaur in Jurassic park would definately find her first (insert screaming victim here). . . and then probably spit her out because she didn't taste the way she smelled!
And. . .you're NEVER too old to look ~ and to my teenage daughter's chagrin, never too married to look either! LOL
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