“Excuse me, but can you stand farther away from me until your perfume drops below the bleeding-eye, exploding-nasal-passages level? The guy in the mohawk next to me is hurting too.”
This is the worst since I was in Sam’s Place, so very long ago. I’d link to that episode, but I’m hurting right now.
*sigh* Did I say to the young women that their presence was painful to me? No, I did not. In fact, now they have asked if they could set their beers on my little table and I said ‘yes’. They have pitched their tent.
I suck.
Heh, same thing happened to the squirrel at Panda Express the other day. Two women in front of me had so much craplogne on that I thought that I was eating Chanel-chicken! Did I say anything? No, I don’t speak Spanish!