I decided to post here because this category moves quickly, more people see it (thus more comments), it does pertain to perfume (i.e. beauty) and I'd just recently posted about Philosophy's 'Fresh Cream' and the smell of vanilla.
Now, let me preface this by saying several things. I have something wrong with me (it has a name) where I can't smell or taste much, small amount here and there). That's why I posted about the vanilla smell.
I'll post the second thing I want you to remember as you read this to note that on this day I did not have on any perfume at all. (That's important to remember). Most of the time I wear Amazing Grace perfume AND because I can't smell much, I use it lightly.
This should probably be posted somewhere else, but it does pertain to cologne and smells.
I received a call from my Thyroid Dr telling me I needed to get in his office immediately. He is an older Dr (ready to retire and definitely not an alarmist, so I knew it was important). I'd had a second biopsy done the day before and was told by the two Drs who did it all was fine. I thought they knew what they were talking about.
As I went running out of the house (frazzled because I'd just received a call from my youngest daughter telling me that her Dr informed her that she'd have to have 1/2 of her thyroid removed). She lives in another state, unmarried and I knew I'd be flying there to be with her. My thoughts were with her and me being her Mom, giving her the support a Mom gives.
I sat in his waiting room. I'd never been to this office before. It was a huge waiting room and because it was almost closing time, I was the only person in it.
Suddenly a young woman (wearing colorful 'scrubs' the nurses wear these days) so I figured she worked there. She quickly walked past me to the front door and said (no, she YELLED, "Phew! Someone in here STINKS". I thought, "What? Did she say what I thought she said?"
Then a minute later she walked back again and said the same thing, except she added, "Someone's perfume is terrible. It makes me feel sick"! She stood in front of where I was sitting! I looked at her and said, "Since I'm the only other person in this waiting room, I guess that's me. I'm sorry. I didn't put on any perfume. (It may have been left over from the last time I wore the jacket).
It was as if she hadn't heard me! She turned and walked back out the door. She came back in again and went behind the glass where there were other women (they check you in).
Another woman (a little older) came out from the glass and I said, "I'm sorry the smell is so bad. I can't smell or taste much. I do apologize". She said, "Mam, I don't smell anything. I don't know what she's talking about".
Then this first woman (let's call her the lady in green because she was wearing green flowered scrubs) called me to weigh me. As I stepped on the scale, she covered her nose with my chart and made some sort of sound (like she was was gagging).
Then she took me back into one of his offices, but she didn't walk in with me, she walked past the room and with her hand pointed in the room. I went in and sat there waiting for the Dr to come tell me if I had cancer in my Thyroid. All I could think of was my sweet daughter alone and needing an operation.
Then I heard this nurse (the one in green) talking to some people in a back room. They were laughing and a patient (male said very loudly, "I hope you're not talking about me stinking because he's (the blood guy) is getting ready to stick a needle in my arm" and I heard the green nurse say, "No. She's sitting in the back room".
Tears started rolling down my face! I guess it was from embarrassment and not knowing what the Dr was going to tell me and thoughts of m daughter.
By the time the Dr came in I burst in full-blown tears. He hugged me and said he was sorry that had happened. Then the girl in green came in and literally THREW the folder at him. I said, "She's the one who was so rude".
He said, "Oh! I was thinking it was another one. I've been having trouble with another one too".
She'd given him the wrong folder (it wasn't mine) and everything flew out onto the floor!
I told the Dr there are too many people who do their job without drama. So many people need jobs these days and someone like her has a job and doesn't have enough sense to understand how lucky she is.
He said, "Don't worry, I'll deal with this".
Here's my take on this. Please don't bother trying to say, "Maybe she was having a bad day. You don't know what news she'd had. Bla Bla!"
None of that matters. She was at work. She only had to be around me for maybe 15 minutes (not even that much total) and she couldn't hold her HATE for my smell to herself!
I asked the other ladies on the other side of the office if I had on too much perfume. The said, "There is a slight smell of perfume. But it smells good. It's so slight we have to pay attention to smell it". That many people weren't lying.
Society today has some major problems. At my age I've come across a lot of people I'm a people person. I love people. I'll talk to anyone anywhere.
I am beginning to see rudeness happen like I've never seen before. There is no excuse for someone being rude to another stranger when the stranger has done nothing to evoke it.
That afternoon I threw on a jacket I'd previously worn where I'd probably spritzed it with Amazing Grace. The smell had to be slight because I'd not worn it for at least 1 week, maybe even 2 weeks.
If you've gotten to the end of this, thank you.
If you've encountered a lot of rudeness lately, please let me know I'm not the only person on these boards who has noticed the breakdown of good manners.
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