#30: Old Spice is not for females

So, back in the day when I cashiered at the Creamery, it was emphasized that we stay busy. So if no customers were around, we were to stock milk, and if that was done, then we required to pull items to the front of their shelves if they were too far back to be seen by customers in order to make the store look nicer.

I found myself at this very task one day, in the aisle where we kept bathroom items, paper goods, cleaning supplies and all of that good stuff. I was pulling some men's cologne to the front of the shelf, when I accidentally bumped a little glass bottle of blue manly spray off the shelf, where it crashed to the floor, shattering into millions of shards and splashing blue scented liquid all over. All over me to be specific. I embarrassedly and quickly cleaned up the mess I had created.

When I came back to my register, I told my co-worker Rachel what happened. She commented, "I wondered what that smell was..." I then realized that I smelled rather strongly of cologne. And I still had another couple of hours to go before my shift ended.

And so, I smelled like a man.

However, I am grateful that I smelled like a nice-smelling man, rather than a stinky man. Gratefully, if any of the customers noticed (which I'm sure they did--you can't miss the scent of a 1/4 bottle of cologne) no one made any kind of comment (at least to my face). Nonetheless, despite trying to wash off what I could, I carried my new aroma with me for the entirety of my shift.

So ladies, look at your man....now look at this blog...back to you man...now back to the blog...I am the woman your man could smell like.