Cologne

Today, I shared the quiet room with Mush Mouth again. Whatever he was watching had screaming children and what could have been propaganda music. My own headphones work better than dirty looks against him.

The worst, though, was the smell. I don't know if he had a hot date later or what, but as soon as I walked in, it was like a punch in the face. That heavy, oily cologne that you can almost taste. The quiet room is totally enclosed, so there wasn't anything I could do but suffer through it.

Luckily, you get used to strong smells pretty fast. But damn.