Perfume abuse
It was last week that I was standing in a familiar grocery store looking for a package of Pecan Sandies, when it hit me. An overwhelming odor of mold or fuel oil, but at industrial strength.
Then, through my teary eyes, I saw her, as my brother would say, “All dressed up as a party favor”.
Apparently, she had stopped at the supermarket on her way out for the evening. She was leaving a vapor trail that was peeling the labels off the cans on the soup aisle as she passed. It was her scent that was triggering my nasal reaction. Had she bathed in it? Was she a victim of some kind of terrible accident involving a tanker truck of cologne?
In the name of good citizenship and public safety, I had to find out the name of this substance. She ferreted out the name of the perfume. To save myself any legal problems involving this. I’ll just call it “Rankness.”
Her theory was that after the first application of cologne was burned out, she must apply more. In other words, she had built up a tolerance.
I know it’s not the wearer’s fault, she doesn’t know she has a problem with perfume abuse. It isn’t gender specific, and can just as likely be caused by an overdose of certain men’s cologne.
• This has all been in fun, of course, and I hope no one takes it too seriously. My neighbor will be here in five minutes. If my nose is working properly, she’s coming down the off-ramp of I-70. I have just enough time to hyperventilate.
Nancee Harrison is a past columnist for the Greene County Daily World. Visit www.blondeladywithdarkroots.com or email her at blondeladywithdarkroots@gmail.com or send comments to Nancee, Daily World, box 129 Linton IN 47441.
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