Dear Personages of the Female Persuasion Who Share the Public Restroom on My Floor:
While I am thrilled that you are thrilled with what is undoubtedly very expensive perfume, it really is unnecessary for you to bathe in it each and every time you go to the john.
Trust me on this.
I’m sure it’s very lovely scent, but I can’t really be certain because the stench of it practically knocks me unconscious every time I enter the damn bathroom. It’s hard to appreciate the smell of something that is physically assaulting you – and winning. It is, in fact, so bad that I’ve been seriously contemplating the mechanics required for the use of a urinal without a penis.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go make an appointment with an ear, nose and throat specialist, to see if my olfactory sense will ever operate normally again. In the meantime, I’m sure I’m not the only person in a five-mile radius the building who would appreciate it if you would be so kind as to throw the Chanel No. 5 knockoff out the window practice a little moderation.
Thanks ever so much,
The Only Woman in That Weird Office With All the Star Trek Signs and Computer Geeks