Afternoon Delight

He pulled in to the parking lot in front of my building,and I watched him from my desk. My eyes following his every move. Even though I did not recognize him, I knew he was mine. He took a drag so deep on his cigarette that his cheeks sucked in from the force. Then slinging the fag aside, he swaggered in to my office. He let out his hot breath, sending a fog of smoke to engulf me. "May I help you?" I ask. He is confident, his pocket holds a wad of cash. I invite him to sit. We are sharing the same air, I inhale his bitter exhaust, more through my mouth as to lessen the amount of smoke I take in...now I taste his breath. We share this intimacy and I avoid his eyes.

Our business is over with quickly. We exchange money and paper and he walks out. More than his memory lingers behind. I can't keep my mind on the work at hand, I am distracted. He is still with me. How can I forget him? I open my drawer and pull out the small bottle of scented lotion. I take a finger and dip inside. The lotion is cool to my touch. I smear it inside my nose and inhale. Aaah................

Have been very lucky this week.......not a stinker in site. Due to inclimate weather I have done much of my work by phone; therefore eliminating the smell factor. A co-worker had a conversation along the lines of public stench. Their friend is the owner of a wrecker service. He not only pulls the stranded motorists from ditches, but also has them for companions in the cab of his vehicle from time to time. Thinking about some of those forlorn characters who would find themselves in this precarious predicament makes me realize that sharing a large office with said offender is much more bearable than a closed in cab at 4:00am.

not just me

Speaking with a stylist yesterday, I brought up the subject of my blog...public stench. She of course has to deal with this on a daily basis as well. Her contribution to the stench list is "smoker's hair". Even after a client's hair is washed thoroughly, it maintains the smell of smoke when you dry it or worse..use a flat iron.
I have a soft spot for smokers. My mother and father were smokers, at least 2 packs a day. They are bombarded much on this subject. But if you mix that smoke with old coffee breath it is a lethal combination!

The smell of money

Why does money smell so bad? Because wallets soak up butt sweat? Or cleavage sweat..... there are the "ladies" who need no purse when they can stuff bills in the handy space close to their hearts.

Wouldn't it be advantagous to the universe at large if banks had an ultaviolet light that each bill passed through.....disenfecting currency? I have a bank bag that smells like a gym after 7th grade PE. I have considered putting in one of those charcoal thingies that you buy for shoes. For now I spray it with air freshener.

It seems that the smelliest people are the nicest. They like to laugh a lot, talk a lot and generally expel their fetid breath directly across my desk.