When this office boy came to give me some documents at 7:15 AM and he was wearing this most dighusting/ cheap/ down market perfume ever created n sold, and
I instantly reacted almost shouting: "whats that smell?"
he took it as a compliment and replies: "0h thats my perfume"
I am thinking: get the hell out of here but I say: "oh nice which one is it?" in the most polite tone I could fake.
n He is like: " I dunno the name" and leaves smiling...and I silently Thank God.
Then he returns, with the big bottle of this perfume in his hand n insists that I try it since i loved it so much...n sprays it on my wrists (both). I wanted to slap myself hard for letting him do that to me...but the nausea would only increase that way.... n its 2:00 PM now n I still cant get rid of the smell n the headache inspite of washing my hands almost 10 times. n I so feel liek puking rite now.. i swear to God am not exaggerating.
n am wondering, is this some kind of revenge of the office boy?? or is it Gods classic punishment for lieing?? or is there no point in being nice to others ... n just be the hurtful mean bitch, i bet she neva suffered so much!!
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