The very kind older lady sitting next to me hasn’t quite picked up on the international signal I’m putting out by continuously trying to engage me in pleasant conversation despite the fact that I’m wearing noticeably large noise canceling headphones.
To her credit though, she is almost nice enough to make me take them off. Instead, I keep lifting one side off my ear and leaning her way to hear what she’s saying. As a side note, she smells as if you were to take a freshly peeled Florida orange and then saturate it with some sort of old lady talcum.
For some odd reason today, I harbor no ill will towards her about any of this. Maybe I’m becoming a better man?
(I’m not exactly sure what the picture represents but I’ll bet it smells like body and talcum. Add an underlying scent of Florida orange and you have what I smelled.)