Ok, so I’m sitting on the bus, and this girl walks down the aisle and parks her ass in the seat in front of me. The smell hits me in the face like a brick. It sears it’s way into my sinuses and starts coagulating my lungs. I can’t fucking believe a woman can wear this much perfume. I’m tempted to stick my head out the window. I pull my shirt up over my nose, but this smell won’t be stopped by any mortal cloth. I can see the dye in my t-shirt running and the threads fraying from the strength of her stench. The paint on the bus is peeling, for fuck’s sake!
Finally I decide to move to the back of the bus but the smell follows me, taunting me the whole way. So I look at my bus schedule, it’s either two hours until the next bus, or wait another thirty minutes until I get to my stop. Fuck it, I need to catch up on my reading anyway. I get off the bus, and it’s raining in sheets. I run under the bus shelter and sit down, taking out my book. This girl sits down next to me, and immediately my eyes start burning. She’s wearing this GaWd-awful caramel perfume. It’s so sweet smelling it makes me want to vomit. That’s it, I decided, I’m walking home. Fuck the rain!
I can’t tell you how many women I’ve wanted to tell that they fucking reek. I mean, I’d prefer pit stench, ass funk, even moldy farts to perfume. Most of that shit smells like hell. And then when they do find a good scent, they wear so much of it you can’t be in same room with them.
And what is it with this new trend amongst teenage girls to wear this perfume that smells like really rank candy? Do they think that’s supposed to be sexy?
And then there’s the women who not only wear perfume, but they put so much shit in their hair you can smell the alcohol. And I sit there, tempted to flick a cigarette butt into their hair and watch them scream as their head is engulfed in flames. Then pay homage to the burning bush.
We must put a stop to this rampant air pollution. Next time your GF asks you if you like the smell, tell her the truth. Tell her it makes her smell like a department store. Tell her the smell will surely scare away small animals, small children, and freaks like me. On second thought, don’t tell her that last part, that would only encourage her.