last night on the crowded shuttle from georgetown to dupont circle, i sat next to a woman REEEKING of perfume... as someone who grew up with a mom obsessed about perfume, i thought my nose was tolerable for any kind of beauty scents... boy was i wrong...
she smelled like she drenched herself in the worst floral scent possible, and she definitely wore a fleece jacket with animal print of a species that was never identified. she nodded off a lot, and i was scared she was going to lean against me with her scent as if she was marking her territory.
i sat there trying not to inhale, but with my nose itching anyway. i was pretty close to sneezing, and realized i didn't have any tissue with me. actually, i almost had difficulty breathing because of her fucking perfume. it was a 20 minute ride of torture.
i wish the government could pass a law where you could only douse yourself in small amounts of perfume... they can call it, "the italian shower ban"
