Somebody finally snapped.
The endless months of flinching, watching people ramming fragrance bottles up their noses, in an effort to look sophisticated and knowledgeable. The grumbling, as we resentfully shimmy over and wipe the bottles clean of stray fluids, from up the nose of some idiot with attitude. The sighs, as we march away. Only to have the next pompous cash bearer, fumble with the easily sprayable, non lid wearing bottle. Covering their complete inadequacy by then resorting to, yeah, sticking it up their snot box.
'No, no, no, don't do that. That is revolting. What do you think those paper things are for? Sorry, sorry don't mumble. You can stick a bottle up your nose, but you can't answer a question? Yes, you had better put that down, mmmmm hmm the exit is there, thank you.'
Nameless, you are my hero!
But, there will be Prozac therapy, it is inevitable.
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