Patchouli Stink

If there is anything I hate smelling more than the stench of car air freshener shaped like Jesus, it's the patchouli stink of hippies.

I went out in the hall at work just now and was struck down by the foul odor of patchouli. Earlier today, it was the smell of fake fruit, kind of like when you walk into the Body Shop, and this morning, it smelled like Lipton instant chicken soup. My nose can't take this kind of constant abuse.

The patchouli is now wafting over to my desk and giving me images of drum circles, burning incense, and outdoor festivals where they sell overpriced tie-died crap that will later end up at the Goodwill.

If I sound crabby today, it's because we didn't get the condo that we put in an offer on yesterday. I am also experiencing the blood sugar drop that late afternoon brings. Thankfully, it's almost time to get the hell out of here and then I can enjoy the scent-free environment of my car. Thank god I don't ride the bus anymore.