A dreadful cloud of smelly gas had been released into the air. Wafting, choking pockets of the substance seemed impossible to avoid. A trip to a volcano? Nope. A walk through a store selling different perfumes!
I should make it clear that the workers weren’t involved in the release of these potentially noxious gasses. Unfortunately or fortunately the store had young children in it. Young children that were happily spraying the air and each other.
I’m not sure how the workers put up with all those competing smells, because I couldn’t last more than five choking minutes. To be honest, I would sooner be visiting a volcano, but I had agreed to go shopping with a friend. And I’m sure she didn’t count on perfume wielding children when she invited me.
I’m sure every job has its pitfalls as well as its high points. For some people the competing smells might be a high point and for others it might be a low point. For me it would be on of the levels of Hell. Perhaps nice smelling Hell, but Hell all the same.
Now switch that store to a coffee-house with all those lovely coffee smells competing and mingling no the air? Heaven to be sure! Because it’s all a matter of preference and individuality. And a rose by any other name would surely smell the same!