Uh er, um, so I love carrot cake. It was supposed to be my lunch today. It always makes me feel better and today I needed it.
For dessert, I decided to have some food with my lunch, stopped in Wendy’s and ate inside instead of taking it out.
Bad move. I left smelling like fried chicken and it drove me crazy. Every few minutes I just had to sniff myself even though I knew I smelled greasy.
When I got back to work, I was so aware of the smell that I turned and confessed to a coworker and said, “Look, I smell like fried chicken.”
She. Did. Not. Care.
So I asked someone else to smell me and she agreed that I smelled like a two piece.
And I spent the rest of the afternoon smelling myself until the scent was gone. I’m good now, but for some reason, I’m still sniffing my clothes.