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Patty Le Pew

Definitely the "I need to be noticed" desperate type.

I went into the nearby work room/ kitchen area and started loudly asking everyone "What is that smell?  Do you smell that?  That sweet, horribly nauseating smell"

Many co-workers immediately offered sympathy and began talking about how people shouldn't wear heavy scents at work because you never know who might be allergic.  One even said the same thing I was thinking "A perfume should be used lightly just enough so when someone walks past they pause and thing ... mmm what's that smell?"

I grabbed a cup of coffee grounds and began sniffing them at my desk.  Aww ... relief.  The smell went away, then with the clack of heels it came back! 

Finally a  young woman who works part-time quietly walked away - with the yellow aroma odor following her.

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posted by CubicleDweller on Friday, January 12, 2007 at 11:24 AM
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posted by CubicleDweller on Jan 12, 2007 at 11:40 AM
I just visited the restroom - both stalls were filled, so I patiently waited.  I heard a clack clack as one stood up to flush, then the door opened and I was face to face with Patty Le Pew - I wasn't positive, the clack clack matched, but I hadn't seen her face.  Then as I took a seat on the toilet I smelt the smell ... lord it lingers.  Fortunately it has died down a bit since she doused herself earlier.
posted by twinkie on Jan 12, 2007 at 12:29 PM
well, at least it masked the other smell....  :)
posted by CubicleDweller on Jan 12, 2007 at 12:57 PM

Exactly!  I don't even use the spray stuff, I wear straight Issey Miyake 'L'Eau d'Issey' Extract Parfum.  A little dab on the back of my neck and a tiny dab on each wrist and I'm good to go. 

True Twinkie ... the lady in the stall next to me was quietly trying to poop, but I didn't notice aside from the subtle plop here and there.

posted by brian on Jan 13, 2007 at 05:30 AM
In some places like Sausalito they passed local ordnances banning loud fragrance in public places like city council meetings. Kind of like they do with cigarettes everywhere now.
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