was leaving she stopped me, and turned and went into another room. when she came back, she was holding a bottle of perfume, which she then generously and liberally sprayed on me. i'm not sure what the perfume was, but it was quite strong, and not really the sort of fragrance i would usually wear. i thanked her and headed off.
it was an unusual event. and as i headed back to the office with the fragrance wafting in my wake, i was contemplating its significance. a thought occurred - was it simply an expression of gratitude? or was it a reflection on her opinion of my personal hygiene?
i choose to believe it was about gratitude...
Taking Stock: November
4 days ago


2 comments:
haha - love this little story, how odd. Reminds me of being little and having an old aunty treating you to a dab of 'grown up lady' perfume :)
thanks sara. now that i think about it, it did feel a bit like that.
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