And I curse to all eternity the person who invented it!!
If you want to use perfume it should be intimately only. People who douse themselves so they can be smelled five blocks away should be drowned in their perfume.
So why am I venting? Because I'm home gasping and wheezing from an overdose of male perfume at the shul. Tonight is Purim. I expected to be in shul listening to the story of Esther, seeing all the children, and some adults, all dressed up in costumes. I expected to be in shul laughing and singing and eating all kinds of goodies.
Instead, I'm home, still wheezing, and dizzy from the Albuterol all because some gigolo doused himself in whatever men think it's sexy to douse themselves with. I got two lungs full as I walked in the door and immediately started wheezing. I couldn't get my breath. and all the women around me were getting ready to call 911. My friend who knows my apartment ran over here and got my inhaler and rushed it back to me. I took four puffs--twice as much as usually prescribed. Still wheezing, but letting up. I was standing outside the door (on the women's side) to get fresh air, and help clear the lungs.
I started to go back in when the wheezing began to let up, but got another whiff of the damned asthmatic-killer. And then the Albuterol started making me dizzy. And my chest started hurting. So my dear friend drove me home in my car, and walked all the way around the block, back to shul. She'll be back later with a goodie bag. I told her to tell Rabbi why I wasn't there, and that I wanted a goodie bag.
So now I'm going to go read the Megillah by myself and use my own little noisemaker at every mention of Haman the Villain who wanted to exterminate all the Jews of Persia.
And maybe take another puff of Albuterol in an hour or so.
Bless
If you want to use perfume it should be intimately only. People who douse themselves so they can be smelled five blocks away should be drowned in their perfume.
So why am I venting? Because I'm home gasping and wheezing from an overdose of male perfume at the shul. Tonight is Purim. I expected to be in shul listening to the story of Esther, seeing all the children, and some adults, all dressed up in costumes. I expected to be in shul laughing and singing and eating all kinds of goodies.
Instead, I'm home, still wheezing, and dizzy from the Albuterol all because some gigolo doused himself in whatever men think it's sexy to douse themselves with. I got two lungs full as I walked in the door and immediately started wheezing. I couldn't get my breath. and all the women around me were getting ready to call 911. My friend who knows my apartment ran over here and got my inhaler and rushed it back to me. I took four puffs--twice as much as usually prescribed. Still wheezing, but letting up. I was standing outside the door (on the women's side) to get fresh air, and help clear the lungs.
I started to go back in when the wheezing began to let up, but got another whiff of the damned asthmatic-killer. And then the Albuterol started making me dizzy. And my chest started hurting. So my dear friend drove me home in my car, and walked all the way around the block, back to shul. She'll be back later with a goodie bag. I told her to tell Rabbi why I wasn't there, and that I wanted a goodie bag.
So now I'm going to go read the Megillah by myself and use my own little noisemaker at every mention of Haman the Villain who wanted to exterminate all the Jews of Persia.
And maybe take another puff of Albuterol in an hour or so.
Bless