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The scatologic shoulder sac
I was doing my grocery shopping yesterday, waiting for my turn at the checkout. An average 30-something gal, much like The Annex type, polite and personable stood ahead of me. When it came time for her to pay, she takes out her purse from the shopping cart's kiddy seat and rests it on the little purse plateau next to the debit card reader. She opened it to take out her wallet to pay and HOLY $%^$#@! I had to step back two feet until I bumped into the shopping cart of the nearly equally surprized fatherly senior citizen behind me. Now this was a fairly new looking purse/handbad with a touch of hispanic embroidered decor and leather bangles, but daaaaaaaaaayum, what's that funky smell???? I could not describe it at the time, but reminiscing upon it it may have been a combination of yoga tights, bear spray, spilled lotion, used kleenex... ok maybe I'm guessing, but it was really horrible.
I recall a childhood memory where I recall the smell of doublemint gum from my mom's purse, and occasionally blended with that summery smell of coconut hawaiian tropic suntan oil. It wasn't that bad.
What's in your purse?
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Short time TA, Long time Guver, Good time giver.
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