There is something about the morning that smells good. Fresh coffee, sizzling bacon, flipped pancakes, the first burst of spring air, still fresh with dew and wonderfulness. Or, if like me, you chose the cereal route for breakfast because it is less expensive and quicker, there is always the morning commute.
I know, you are thinking, you live on a college campus, what commute would that be? Keep in mind, this is New Hampshire and everything is up hill. My school takes pity on seniors, who live the farthest away from campus, and provide a shuttle that takes them up two monsterous hills to the main campus.
Now that we are all caught up, time to discuss the morning commute. Everyone smells really good. Some have probably stepped out of the shower five minutes ago. Some are donning expensive perfumes/colognes like Dolce & Gabana or Calvin Klein. And all these wonderful scents mask the stale leather seats of the tin can shuttle.
My friend and I were once lucky enough to sit in front of this guy who smelled amazing. I wanted to ask what he was wearing so I could get it for my boyfriend at the time. Because, truthfully, if I smelled that everyday, it would be amazing. The guy was soon gone, which depressed me and my nose. I haven't seen him since; he is the illusive good-smelling guy-- like Big Foot with a gift card to Express.
So when you are stuck on the stifled morning commute, or just coming into work, take a sniff. Breathe it in. Smells good, right? And if you do find that delicious smelling perfume or cologne, ask the girl/guy what she/he is wearing. Don't let good-smelling Big Foot escape from you.
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