11th
One thing that I cannot stand is walking through the fragrance department at a store. Getting bombarded with a collage of different perfumes by aging ladies in bad Tammy Faye (RIP) make up is about as pleasant as, let’s say, scratching your eyes out with a used needle that you’ve found on the ground.
And yet, everyday I decide to go out for a drink on the other side of the office, my senses are assaulted by people who don’t have the good sense to shower — or at least buy soap that doesn’t cost $.99 — and have to utilize Axe bodyspray and whatever other conflicting fragrances, so that by the time I actually get to the kitchen, my eyes are watering and it looks like the first time I watched “E.T.” If there’s a way that I can manuever my way through the stinky part of a department store, I should find a way to do it here, too.
