Our home is pretty much scent free. It took me a while to adjust. Now I find myself very conscious of smells, scents and the like.

At work it’s the same deal cuz you never know who’s gonna end up convulsing on the floor because you have tuna juice dabbed behind each ear. I don’t know if the whole building has the same policy but I doubt it.

The elevator is the great equalizer so to speak. People from all floors cramming in to get out. This is where the scented and  scent free mingle.

Today when this happened I wondered if I should launch in to a hands free coughing fit. I mean, you force me to smell you. When I leave that elevator you’re all over me like a fog. Why cant I offer some good ole natural spew in exchange?

You’d be offended if I told you to hose off the Chanel #5. At least I didn’t choose to get sick.

#confessional