Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Arrgh! I hate that!
So I'm refueling my car this morning on the way to work. I go into the QuikTrip to pay for the gas and buy a cup o' joe.
I pay by debit card, sign the slip and head back to the car with my coffee and a renewed sense of optimism for the day.
Waiting at the first stoplight, I lift the coffee cup to take a drink and catch the undeniable aroma of cheap men's cologne. I sniff the cup. It doesn't seem to be coming from the plastic or the lid.
Then I smell my left hand. Ughh! I'm not sure whether it's Old Spice or Stetson, but it's some kind of old man's cheap scent. It's horrible. I run through the previous 20 minutes in my mind.
Obviously I picked up the scent like a bad germ from something that some cologne bather had touched. It couldn't have been the pen I signed with. I'm right handed and the odor is on my left. It wasn't the handle on the gas pump, since that would smell like gasoline (which would have been better).
I conclude that it must have been on either the door of the convenience store, or the coffee dispenser.
Regardless, I have to put up with the ridiculously obnoxious smell for the next 30 minutes until I can get to a washroom at work.
I hate it when that happens.
tagged: smell, odor, QuickTrip, coffee, cologne, Old Spice, Stetson