I overheard a conversation in the coffee aisle of the grocery store:
“I missed you earlier. Are you feeling okay?”
“Like a million dollars-“
“Ouch. What’s wrong?”
“I got reprimanded at work.”
“It’s supposed to be a scent free environment, right? I still wore deodorant, and someone ratted me out.”
“Do you know who?”
“Yeah. She said it gives her migraines.”
“It’s stupid. That’s what it is. I have to put up with the stench of BO all over the place, but God forbid I want to smell better than neanderthals.”
The other person laughed.
“It’s not funny. Why’d we evolve to a higher species if we can’t smell like one?”
The laughing intensified into a full blown fit.
“And it’s not like it’s a scent free environment, is it? All those nasty, sweaty bodies polluting the nostrils of those of us who are olfactory enhanced.”
“Stop it. I have to pee,” said the laughing one.
“I can’t be funny now, either? What a rip. You know what? Life’s not fair.”
The other finally calmed down. “You certainly have your troubles.”
“You look like a sympathy card.”
“Made just for you.”
“I don’t know why I tell you anything.”
I picked my coffee and moved on, convinced the apocalypse would soon be upon us.