One time when we were grocery shopping, there was some walking perfume factory that I could smell from an aisle or two away. And then lucky me, at some point, we both ended up in the same aisle. It was so strong, I could taste it. Worse yet, I was fighting off a migraine at the time.
I pity the poor cashier who got stuck checking her out.
I pity the poor cashier who got stuck checking her out.


It kind of worked, but not well enough for my tastes.
Though that is a rarity in itself.
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