Dear me, what is that smell?
At work Wednesday I noticed an awful smell.
It was about 2 p.m. I hadn’t noticed the odor earlier in the day. I figured it was something I tossed in the waste basket after lunch… a banana peel maybe.
Every day about 3 p.m. reporters start coming to me with their scripts for the 5 and 6 O’clock news. But it seemed they we not sitting quite as close to me as usual as we talk through each story and how it was written, what elements they have. The reporters seemed in a big hurry. More than usual. That’s when it hit me. It’s me. I smell.
Anna replaced my regular deodorant with some organic stuff the other day. It’s working well for her. But she smells like flowers all the time anyway. I tried it. It felt good NOT poisoning my armpits with whatever was in my old chemical wax stick. The organic deodorant smells nice and seemed to go on well and did remarkably well… for about seven hours. Put it on a 7 a.m. and at 2 p.m. turn into a pumpkin. Or in this case a rotting pumpkin.
On the way home last night I stopped at the local pharmacy and picked up my old faithful. I’m all for organic everything (my car is made of hemp and runs on grass clippings)… save for this one thing. I draw the line at my armpits.
Today I’m no longer disgusting. Rejoice all ye reporters and producers! I smell like daisies!
I guess not everything in my life is organic yet. I’ll keep trying… MR
