Trying to keep my nose out of it.

Dear ladies and gentlemen of Madison,

Must you leave the house drenched in scent? I don't care if it is perfume or aftershave, body wash, or lotion...if the smell preceeds you into a room and hangs around long after you are gone, it's too much. If I can smell you farther away than I could touch you with my outstretched arm, it's too much. If I can smell you farther away that I could touch *your* outstretched arm with mine, then it's really too much.

I'm sure it's a lovely fragrence, and it is so generous of you to want to share with everone, but really....no thanks.

Now, there are some of you who go a little too far in the opposite direction. No fusty perfumes for you! But a little bit of soap and maybe some deoderant probably wouldn't kill you. I'm sorry if you think that The Man is keeping you down, but I'm gagging over here.

Take pity.

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