This is dedicated to my former co-worker Steve who smelled up my life….literally.
If you have read my blog for a while you know people aren’t my favorite species. Some of them are just plain crazy. Being friends with others is like walking on eggshells – crunch, crunch. Animals are pretty much “take me as I am.” They will love you unconditionally no matter what stupid thing you do. If it wasn’t for butt sniffing, they would be perfect. (I was going to include butt scratching but I know too many people who do that.)
I do love to watch people though. Some people are amazing. Some people are amusing. People can make your day….or ruin it. Breakfast places are the best places to watch people.
Here are two snippets.
There is nothing like a good smelling guy!
About a week ago I was in line inside the store at Starbucks. (That means that the drive through was full of idiots!) I was in line for maybe a minute when I smelled something. Something good but not baked. Oh my! I turned around and there was a thirty-something guy in a business suit (something I haven’t seen in a long time) with cologne. Hubba hubba!
How long has it been since I was around a guy who uses cologne? I was taken back to the 1970s. There was English Leather, Old Spice, Jade, Musk and many others marketed to men. Steamy dates and happy memories flooded back. Mostly steamy dates. *hormone surge*
In this day of allergies and asthma, I don’t know any men that wear cologne except one.
It reminded me of a guy I used to work with. I could track where he was by smelling the air. You could walk into a room and know that Steve had just left.
A perky attitude goes a long way!
Today I was back in Starbucks. Inside so you know what that means. Ahead of me was a portly middle-aged guy — very smiley and jovial looking. He was peering in the food counter. He said, “Go ahead of me, you’re making me crazy.”
Normally that would torque me up but his body language and twinkly eyes were friendly. I also knew that I didn’t do anything. Not even twitch my nose – by the way that never works for me. If I twitch my nose someone hands me a Claritin.
Then he followed with, “Nah, this is my first time here and I don’t know what I want.” Of course, I proceeded to recommend just about everything. He noted that I had a gold card and easily rattled off my drink litany. I moved on to the “pick up” area. (No, it’s not that kind of pick up!)
As I left, he was chatting with the woman in back of him. What an upbeat person. I live between New York City and Philadelphia in an area that is not considered very friendly. Most people don’t talk to strangers. He must have been an out-of-state visitor.
Notice: Despite the fact that I promote Starbucks endlessly, they do not compensate me in any way including free mocha lattes! I do all this out of the kindness of my heart and of course, the damnedest things happen there.