On some people, perfumes and cologne is yummy. It emboldens their i-dont-know-what. It fills the air around them with some kind of magical power, extending their aura and whirling you into their world. Those are the scents that linger in your mind, catch you off guard when a stray breeze hits your face, or cause waves of nostalgia. Those scents are the ones that you come to anticipate when you see the person and can't fathom not accompanying their smile, loving hug, or cheek kisses. For the rare few, they wear their perfume better than stilletos--creating power and drama and mystery.
For other people, the smelly water becomes something to bathe in, overpowering and assaulting all those nearby. There's no mystery, no longing to draw closer to check if your nose is really picking up on the inner essence of person X. The scent becomes oppressive and unescapable. And this, my dear ones, is the current state of the women's bathroom outside my office.
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While my office has a no smell policy, apparently the building we are situated in does not. After a month of a blissfully mostly smell free bathroom, yesterday afternoon an overwhelming new scent took over--and has not vacated. It is a sickly sweet vanilla-ish perfume. I'm unclear whether it came from the woman I saw in there yesterday or whether someone decided the fake flowers needed a scent. Either way, it chokes you when you walk in the door. I swear, it reminds me of this, but in an enclosed space:
So, dear person who wears too much perfume,
On behalf of the whole building--or at least anyone with their nose mostly intact--please, please stop bathing in the perfume. One or two pumps are really sufficient. We do not all need to smell like pink vanilla bunnies at the end of the day.
Warmly. the rest of us.
i had this same problem at my last job. the women's restroom was filled with FAKE flowers that were vanilla scented. it was gag-reflex-inducing. i feel your pain.
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