The Life That Is Mine

I realized today that nothing makes me nauseous faster or more intensely that being confined to a small space with a man who wears too much cologne. Leaving work, I was riding the elevator from the 13th to 1st floor. The elevator stopped on the 11th floor where the men's locker room is located. A young man who I had seen earlier working out stepped into the elevator with a smile and now wearing a black suit and sky blue tie. I smiled back...then attempted to hide the gag reflex that my body produced the instant that those doors shut. It smelled as if someone had dumped out the bottle into the tiny room...and you could tell it was not a particularly nice smelling cologne to begin with...rather one that, upon smelling just a spray or two, might burn your nose...cause you to crinkle the patch of skin between your eyebrows...but the excess that this man had applied was simply nauseating. I think he honestly smelled better when he had been sweating in the gym about an hour earlier. My recommendation as far as cologne and perfumes...less is better...don't spray enough to gag your fellow elevator passengers.