This office is dangerously close to a Gentleman’s Club. And there’s something about Wednesdays. Maybe they have free wings on Wednesdays? I don’t know. Don’t really care. I just notice that every Wednesday afternoon, the wafting smell of mixed colognes makes me simultaneously nauseous and sneeze-y.
I admit that it does make me wonder when the application takes place. Is it beforehand to smell attractive or afterward to camouflage the smoke, the bar, the wings, the girls? It also makes me wonder if there are enough hours in the afternoon to make the smell dissipate before going home to their wives and families.
I wonder if a wife has noticed. Said anything? Heck, I don’t even know these men, but I want to ask questions. So I’m pretty sure a wife would.
“Honey, why do you smell so good on Wednesdays?”
“For you, my dear, for you.”
Bleh.
