Is it me, or is it the Season? Everywhere I go – the lobby, the elevators, the stairs, the corridors – people reek of designer perfume.
It’s stifling.
It seems everyone has bathed him/herself in scents in celebration of the season. It’s worse in closed quarters, like the elevators, where the air has nowhere to go. (There's a variety of musks in the atmosphere to choose from - not to mention that, a while ago in the elevator, I swear someone was hiding a banana in his/her pocket. The scent of the fruit was a refreshing change in the smell, though.)
It’s stifling.
It seems everyone has bathed him/herself in scents in celebration of the season. It’s worse in closed quarters, like the elevators, where the air has nowhere to go. (There's a variety of musks in the atmosphere to choose from - not to mention that, a while ago in the elevator, I swear someone was hiding a banana in his/her pocket. The scent of the fruit was a refreshing change in the smell, though.)
It’s maddening.
Like in one more whiff of fragrance I’d be going down in claustrophobia.
The odd thing about it is… I seem to be the only one to notice. Or be bothered by it.
Is it the season, or is it me?
Like in one more whiff of fragrance I’d be going down in claustrophobia.
The odd thing about it is… I seem to be the only one to notice. Or be bothered by it.
Is it the season, or is it me?
partly the season, partly you... hehehe. safe answer! ;) madami lang sigurong pambili ng designer perfume ang mga tao. :)
ReplyDeletethere must have been a sale somewhere...
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas! :-)