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The Smell of Aqua Velva In The Morning...

I'm one of the lucky few who has a private office at our company. It's not big, and it's not fancy, but it has a door. There are obvious benefits to an office, the main being, it's much easier to sluff off.

They have hired a new person to sit in the empty cubicle outside my office. He's about 58. He has a very distinctive odor. I have pinned it down to "old man" smell, combined with a tad too much Aqua Velva. My door is no help here. Everywhere he goes, that malodorous trail follows him. I can almost picture it, like PePe' LePew in the old Warner Brothers classics. You can go in the break room and immediately realize that approximately two minutes ago, Aqua Velva Guy was here getting coffee. Maybe it's how he marks his territory.

While at the grocery store I came across the candle section. Aha! I will neutralize Aqua Velva Guy with a sweet scented candle. Result? My office smells like a Peach Old Guy wearing too much Aqua Velva.

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Unknown said…
Hi Mmmmmmm bacon! Love your post. You could be all PC about it and request a "non scented work environment".

Lots of librarian folks are trying to pull that for their "chemical sensitivity".

See ya
xxxxxooooooo
PS I linked you!
4:18 PM
Mmmbacon said…
Thanks vadergrrrl, you inspired me to get off my lazy ass and add a link myself!
2:01 PM
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