….develop an elevator allergy?
I walked into an elevator this morning and caught a whiff of cologne, perfume, musk and a little egg sandwich breath. I don’t what happened but my nose became immediately congested. Set into a hypochondriac panic, I opened the door quickly and went out into open space. Everything was back to normal and my loyal nose was doing the in-and-out breathing thing it’s supposed to do.
Lunch hour. Another elevator with a mixture of smells. Another episode! What the hell?!
Now, I can use the scientific method and try to guess the offending smells from this morning and test them one at a time but I don’t have the discipline or the stomach. And I will never stop wearing perfume myself, if that is one of the culprits.
People! If you’re in the medical field (even volunteering at a veterinary hospital is okay by me), I could use some new allergy advice. Is this a long term thing? Shall I disown my ingrate nose and cut it out of my will or leave it in now that the global economic depression has wiped out my savings? We had a dog as a child and I remember pinching its nose as hard as I could. Could it be karma coming back to kick my ass?
And don’t tell me to see a doctor, the earliest I’ll step into the office of one is a day after my 60th bday.
I would have put a picture of my offending schnozz and how red it got today but my mother told me a lady crosses her legs and doesn’t let men look up her nose.
