Daily Prompt:  Fragrance

Have you ever walked into a department store and been assaulted by an aggressive woman with a spray bottle in her hand?  Before you can say no thank you, you are covered in a fragrance that sends you into a fit of sneezing and choking?  While you are gasping for breath the self-imposed dictator tells you the name of the weapon and what is sells for.  As if wanting to know is the first thing that comes to mind rather than the murder of the combatant.

I often wonder how many people run, not walk, screaming into the outside air for a clean breath winding up in the nearest emergency room.  After several respiratory treatments to open up those vital airway passages the assault starts over again because you are now the carrier of those nasty histamines.  They are in your hair, on your skin in your clothes…

It’s at this point that you realize you don’t even like how it smells.  It’s not a sweet smell that is pleasing which would at least make the pleasure worth the risk to life,  but rather a bad odor that warns of impending doom.

Who in their right mind thinks that this is the way to advertise a product for sale?

Wanda