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This has all happened to us at some point or another. Let me set the scene.
Grocery store aisle (could be any public venue)
You run into an old neighbor (has to be female). As you're reminiscing, the distinct odor rapes your nose. You're not responsible. You can pretty much guarantee she isn't either. You know she smells it too. It's impossible not to. You can see price stickers peeling from their packages. It's abundantly clear you've been crop-dusted by a nefarious interloper.
So, what is the etiquette here? She's too polite to say anything because she thinks it's you. You can see it in her eyes, the knowing accusation. You don't want to say anything because it assumes guilt and you're hoping there is a small chance that she's got a cold. Guy neighbor run-in is easy.
" Dude...".
" Not me, I swear" or " sorry (sheepish grin)".
This, not so much. It's like stepping onto an empty hotboxed elevator and a woman gets on after you.
Grocery store aisle (could be any public venue)
You run into an old neighbor (has to be female). As you're reminiscing, the distinct odor rapes your nose. You're not responsible. You can pretty much guarantee she isn't either. You know she smells it too. It's impossible not to. You can see price stickers peeling from their packages. It's abundantly clear you've been crop-dusted by a nefarious interloper.
So, what is the etiquette here? She's too polite to say anything because she thinks it's you. You can see it in her eyes, the knowing accusation. You don't want to say anything because it assumes guilt and you're hoping there is a small chance that she's got a cold. Guy neighbor run-in is easy.
" Dude...".
" Not me, I swear" or " sorry (sheepish grin)".
This, not so much. It's like stepping onto an empty hotboxed elevator and a woman gets on after you.
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