'When I get a whiff of the scents guys wear, I almost always recall the line from "Cheers" where Diane refers to her on-again off-again romance parter as "Sam 'I-reek-therefore-I-am' Malone."
I don't mind so much that guys put on aftershaves and colognes or even perfumed deodorants, but I don't particularly care to daub such things upon myself as part of my daily toilette in preparation for toil at the jobsite.
I mind the hell out of it when they don't wash their choice of eau de funque offa their stinky paws before we shake hands and it gets on me.
Nasty nasty nasty.
*sniff* *sniff*
Smells like Otters....
Posted by: rockynoggin | Sunday, January 30, 2005 at 10:20 PM
Oh, I remember what I was gwanna say...
The other day at work, I warshed my hands in the lavitory and upon returning to the conference room I commented that my hands smelt like Dawn.
Everyone was amused, excepting me and Dawn.
Posted by: rockynoggin | Sunday, January 30, 2005 at 10:22 PM
*clap* *clap*
Schmed! I require amusement! Post something.
Posted by: rockynoggin | Tuesday, February 01, 2005 at 06:58 PM
My new next-door cube-neighbor likes to ride his bike into work. Since we don't have showers available and rather than using a wash cloth to wipe away his stench, he piles on the cologne.
So in the morning when I walk back to the kitchen to make my bagel...I have to walk through his cologne eminating from the mens' bathroom. YUCK!
Almost like Pigpen. You can see the cloud of cologne following him around. I think I'd rather smell dirt than the combo of sweat & cologne.
Posted by: GrumpyBunny | Wednesday, February 02, 2005 at 12:41 PM