I was doing a little girls hair at work the other day. All was well until I got a whiff of what wasn't well concealed. She hadn't showered, she hadn't brushed her teeth, she hadn't lotioned her skin, SHE WAS NOT CLEAN. She was a liar! A dirty body masquerading around as a clean kid in fresh clothes. It would't have been that bad if not for the way I discovered the treachery. I was in the process of shampooing her hair when I made the mistake of asking her if the water was okay. The putrid smell that escaped her lips and slithered up to my nostrils as she responded "It's fine," was enough to make me falter in my very routine actions. I almost dropped the hose and splashed half of the salon. After I got over my sensory shock, I tried my best to continue her service as if I hadn't noticed the funk that rested just beneath the distinct smell of classic febreeze. It was no use. The smell lingered and whipped around my face as blowdryer and fan played catch with the choking odor. And choke me it did! I almost didn't make it out alive...
Good thing I'm a fast braider.
*OH, and Fyi, I'd just like to point out that habituation is a bunch of crap! I learned about it in a psychology class many moons ago. I was under the impression that if I was around that awful smell long enough, I would eventually become conditioned and not smell it anymore. I guess some odors are too strong for the terms of psychology.*
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