My friend Fran and I walk every morning at 6:30am. At roughly the same time, we pass three grandmotherly-type women going in the opposite direction. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary with these spry Seniors, but no sooner are we past them than a gust of 1940’s perfume follows them like a draft off a race car! Fran and I both wince at the smell! Who bathes in perfume to go for a walk? If it is that strong out on the street, I can only imagine how potent it is inside a room. What must their husbands think? Or maybe they are used to it? I have visions of them going back to their homes and powdering themselves to cover up their newly sweaty bodies. Maybe it’s a southern thing. Now every morning when we see them approaching us, we both comment, “brace yourself for the smelly ladies!” And sure enough, we aren’t disappointed by their lovely aroma. I just wish I had the moxie to ask them what they use!
So, next time you go for a walk, please douse yourself in Jean Naté so your neighbors will remember you!