OH MAN
So I was sitting at my desk minding my own business this morning, chatting with Ruth and random people who came into the office, and thinking about what I'm to do today. When suddenly the scent of man wafted into my breathing space. It was a sudden smell, a good smell, like cologne or something nice, and I thought it must have been someone who walked by my window. I set back to work when I smelled it again...this time, no one near that the scent came from. It was starting to drive me nuts. Where was the smell coming from? Ruth sat at her desk in the next room, but the door's open so she heard my ranting, giggling to herself because I was very strange. I tried deductive reasoning...smelled my hands, arms, yes armpits, clothes...nada...I remembered that JeffV had come in and talked with us, and thought it must be him. I would not rest until I found out the origin of the man smell. Finding Jeff I asked if he was wearing cologne; he said no (and had a funny look on his face like "what are you on about?"). I was going mad-crazy...WHERE was I smelling this man smell? I turned to talk with Ruth, who had followed me to find Jeff, she was really getting a kick out of this morning entertainment. When I turned, my hair moved and a strong scent wafted to my nose...I was flabbergasted. Impossible! It's the same shampoo and conditioner I always use, and it's women's hair stuff, not men's...how in the world? Oh MAN! I'm blaming it on my nose. Perhaps I have some sort of allergen messing with my normal ability to smell, and it translated my clean hair smell as man smell. Whatever the case, I made Ruth laugh and I get to enjoy the smell of man near me all day...hahahahahaha.
posted by FaithChristine @ 08:50
3 Comments:
"There's a MAN in Faith's HAIR."
That's how I'll think of this story...
Maybe he's a very tiny, tiny man...
(Did you know I'm afraid of fictional tiny people? Not hobbits, of course, but like gnome-sized creatures or Borrower-sized. Do you remember those old Disney movies with all the little gnomey people? Yeah, so basically I am freaking myself out talking about all of this.)
And notice I said of "fictional" tiny people ... of real life people who are only five inches high, I am not scared in the least.
=P
Can comments be off-topic? This one is.
Enjoy the man in your hair. Maybe someday you'll find the hair in your man. (I have no idea what that's supposed to mean.)
You smelling everything trying to find where the scent was coming from reminded me of a year ago when Jen and I were smelling bookshelves, boxes of Christmas lights, newspapers, plastic bags, etc. trying to find where a "rotten deadness" smell was coming from.
We both felt like we were going crazy, or had already gone there. I don't think the human nose was meant to search for things. Our poor sniffers were aching by the time we were done with the investigation.
Hee hee..the memory of that combined with your own amusing "scent hunt" greatly amuses me. hee hee...
Ok, you share deep spiritual things and hardly anyone comments, and then you share about the man smell and you get 4 comments! Oh my goodness!
Gooooosh! Idiots!
Yesssssssssss!
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