….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.