Last week we had a special day at the office. One of the girls was giving free spa treatments at lunch time while one of the partners was serving lox and bagels in the other conference room with some smoked salmon he caught on a recent Alaska fishing trip.
I'll give you a moment to consider the combination of those two odors.
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Several hours after lunch a co-worker who works in that area of the building came into my office obviously distressed.
She said, "Something has GOT to be done. It smells like hoochies in a whore house over there! No, no! I'm not kidding! It smells like bath day at the nursing home! I can't stand it!"
I wonder if they make a Febreze for that.