Take that! You smelly Fifi la Phew!
The Ranger
evening of pleasant dining, quiet socializing, and orgasmic
tasting of foods you might not prepare at home even on special
occasions.
You're reservations are confirmed. You are set to experience The
Perfect Evening.
You arrive and check in at the maitre d's station. "Yes, party of
two, seven o'clock. Right this way." You are seated at the prime
table; a window view of a scenic vista that capture the very
essence of what you were expecting. Linen and crystal, china and
silver are laid out with scientific precision. Menus are set in
front of you and cocktails are ordered.
You are awed and inspired by the chef's cunning and imagination.
Each plate, from the appetizers to the main course, is described
with such passion and detail that you are tasting them
metaphysically. Decisions are made.
You look about the restaurant and notice that there are several
previously occupied tables about, each discreetly distant. The
closest table is another prime location, behind your dining guest;
a duce, which is unoccupied.
Your server stops by with your cocktails and you place your order.
He comments about the excellent choices and suggests a style of
wine and vineyard. Sold.
You turn to your dining companion and are enjoying the view, the
music, the conversation. The appetizer is brought and set down.
The medley of aromas create a symphony of senses that Bach
couldn't compete against. The sweet smell of caramelized leek. The
subtleness of nutmeg. The tantalizing spice of cinnamon. You are
about to bite into the scallop and see if the taste and texture
match your scent-imagined taste buds when another, more cloying
stench washes over your table.
You pull back and look at the food on your fork. Your sinus
passage goes numb. You notice your companion holding her napkin
discretely over her nose and looking at the duce that is now
occupied.
Another couple has been seated. They are older and established,
given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
is doing to those around her.
What do you do in this situation?
The Ranger
Doug Kanter
"The Ranger" <cuhula...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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Move to another table, no matter how inconvenient. And, if you're really in
a mood, write a little note to the cow wearing the perfume, and explain her
crime to her. Drop it on her table as you leave.
Dimitri
<snip>
> Another couple has been seated. They are older and established,
> given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
> something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
> though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
> is doing to those around her.
>
> What do you do in this situation?
>
> The Ranger
Explain that you have an allergy and ask to be reseated.
Dimitri
Puester
> Imagine, if you will, going out to a top-shelf restaurant for an
> evening of pleasant dining, quiet socializing, and orgasmic
> tasting of foods you might not prepare at home even on special
> occasions.
>
> Another couple has been seated. They are older and established,
> given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
> something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
> though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
> is doing to those around her.
>
> What do you do in this situation?
>
> The Ranger
I can't offer you better sugestions than you have already received,
but you have my sympathy.
gloria p
OmManiPadmeOmelet
The Ranger <cuhula...@yahoo.com> wrote:
Discreetly ask to be seated elsewhere, as far away as possible...
and tell them why.
--
Om.
"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch." -Jack Nicholson
Damsel in dis Dress
<cuhula...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> You pull back and look at the food on your fork. Your sinus
> passage goes numb. You notice your companion holding her napkin
> discretely over her nose and looking at the duce that is now
> occupied.
>
> Another couple has been seated. They are older and established,
> given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
> something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
> though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
> is doing to those around her.
>
> What do you do in this situation?
Start sneezing violently and ask to be moved.
The woman isn't giong to change her way of doing things, so the best
you can do is flee. Sucks.
Carol
jmcquown
> Imagine, if you will, going out to a top-shelf restaurant for an
> evening of pleasant dining, quiet socializing, and orgasmic
> tasting of foods you might not prepare at home even on special
> occasions.
>
> given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
> something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
> though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
> is doing to those around her.
>
> What do you do in this situation?
>
> The Ranger
Obviously ask to be moved to another table, stunning view or not. As
someone else said, you aren't going to get the "matron" to change her ways
and even if you could, I doubt they would have offered to let her take a
shower. At least you didn't get stuck in an elevator with her ;)
Jill
A.C.
Dimitri wrote:
> The Ranger wrote:
>
> <snip>
>
> > Another couple has been seated. They are older and established,
> > given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
> > something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
> > though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
> > is doing to those around her.
> >
> > What do you do in this situation?
> >
> > The Ranger
>
> Explain that you have an allergy and ask to be reseated.
>
> Dimitri
>
great idea. you get reseated and the purfume factory can stink up the part of
the restaurant that you're not in. :-)
Sheldon
Perhaps be thankful for her bouquet garni... she may not have bathed
for a year... if she's italian be particularly thinkful she doesn't
spread her legs. <heehee>
Sheldon Lysol
notbob
Kindly inform the douche she smells like the shithouse door on a
beached tuna boat and reeks so bad she could gag a maggot and ask her
to move downwind.
nb
OmManiPadmeOmelet
I did like the idea tho' of letting HER know.
Discreetly drop a note on the table that her "fuck me" perfume that she
drowned herself in has spoiled your dinner...
And don't mince words. Crass women like that deserve it!
Dimitri
"A.C." <em...@address.com> wrote in message
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I am more than serious - There are several Mall (candle type) stored I can not
walk into.
Dimitri
Chris
"notbob" <not...@nothome.com> wrote in message
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Funny, that is *exactly* what I was going to suggest.
Seriously, in that situation, I would have to ask to be moved. Last time I
took one of my kids to the allergist's office, a woman in the waiting room
simply reeked of perfume. It was so strong that we first smelled it when we
came out of the doctor's inner office and walked through to the front
waiting room. The allergist came over and asked the perp (quietly) not to
wear that perfume again to their office.
Meanwhile, I have stopped scheduling early a.m. appointments with my
dentist. He arrives at the office freshly groomed, after having perfumed
and sprayed and moussed every square inch of himself. And then he insists
on giving each patient a big bear hug, which leaves you smelling like him
for the rest of the day. Yeccch. He's much easier to tolerate later in the
day.
Most perfume really bothers me in large doses...some of it, in small doses!
Sorry your dinner was ruined, Steve (but you wrote about it beautifully --
at least, I assume it was your dinner!). What did you do?
elaine
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No - why should they have to move. Explain (with vigor) the problem with
the smelly woman. And suggest ever so strongly that she (they) should be
reseated.
If that is not a possibility perhaps get a rain check (free meal?) for
another time.
That would be my request.
Elaine
Dee Randall
"OmManiPadmeOmelet" <Ome...@brokenegz.com> wrote in message
news:Omelet-6D3D26....@corp.supernews.com...
> In article <5npdq1hne6eammogp...@4ax.com>,
> Damsel in dis Dress <damsel...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
>> On Mon, 19 Dec 2005 08:39:38 -0800, The Ranger
>> <cuhula...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>>
>> > You pull back and look at the food on your fork. Your sinus
>> > passage goes numb. You notice your companion holding her napkin
>> > discretely over her nose and looking at the duce that is now
>> > occupied.
>> >
>> > Another couple has been seated. They are older and established,
>> > given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
>> > something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
>> > though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
>> > is doing to those around her.
>> >
>> > What do you do in this situation?
>>
>> Start sneezing violently and ask to be moved.
>>
>> The woman isn't giong to change her way of doing things, so the best
>> you can do is flee. Sucks.
>>
>> Carol
>
> I did like the idea tho' of letting HER know.
>
> Discreetly drop a note on the table that her "fuck me" perfume that she
> drowned herself in has spoiled your dinner...
I've heard this kind of perfume described not as "f.... me" perfume, but as
"Come catch me, com f.... me" perfume.
LOL, at my own joke.
Dee Dee
Dee Randall
"Dimitri" <Dimi...@prodigy.net> wrote in message
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I hold my breath as I go by them.
Seriously,
Dee Dee
Damsel in dis Dress
<Ome...@brokenegz.com> wrote:
> I did like the idea tho' of letting HER know.
>
> Discreetly drop a note on the table that her "fuck me" perfume that she
> drowned herself in has spoiled your dinner...
>
> And don't mince words. Crass women like that deserve it!
So much for discretion! LOL!
Ranger, what did you do?
Carol
~patches~
I'm the same way Dimitri. This time of year is pure heck with all the
extra Christmas smells. Visiting during the holiday season is always
horrid with all the scented candles et al. Scent allergies and/or
sensitivities are a real pain to deal with because it is almost
impossible to go into a scent free environment anymore.
Melba's Jammin'
Depends on your manners and willingness to piss someone off, I think.
In a perfect world, you might step away and have a private conversation
with the maitre'd and explain that Fifi's phew is about to make you
puke and you were counting on this night out to finally get you laid
later in the evening and could he please move them so you don't pass out
and ruin all possibility and hope of the pleasures of the flesh.
Whereon the maitre'd would tap finger to lip a few times and say
brightly, "I have it, Sir." Please be seated. Then the m'd would
approach the Gentleman accompanying our Fifi and speak in hushed tones
that you and your companion were celebrating a very special occasion and
they'd hope for a more intimate (PRIVATE) setting and you would
understand, wouldn't you, if I moved you right over there, in front of
the kitchen where you would be able to more enjoy the tantalizing tastes
emanating from the Kitchen of Prestigious Chef Jacque PeePee and, by the
by, I'd like to provide you with a lovely libation as a small thanks for
your consideration of the idiot---I mean Other Gentleman. And
Gentleman Companion would whisper to Fifi, while giving you a sly
knowing wink, that they need to give this couple some privacy and he
and Feef would sashay on out of your olfactory appreciation range. You
and your companion would enjoy your time together and your charm, swave
demeanor, and clever repartee would be rewarded with sexual favors later
in the evening. And you'd pop for a glass of champagne for the geezer
couple -- maybe he'll get laid when he gets home, too. In a perfect
world.
In a slightly less perfect world, you would ask the m'd if you could be
moved to another spot with an equally lovely view, you'd enjoy your
evening, and you'd still get laid when you get home.
Or you could stay put and start making loud and smarmy remarks about the
stench of a cheap whorehouse that has suddenly invaded your nasal
passages, take your chances on a poke in the nose, choke down your
dinner, and discover that when you get home things just don't work the
way you'd hoped. <wink, wink>
Or you could just shut up and try to make the best of it and put on a
happy face so as not to spoil things for your companion,
Your choice.
--
http://www.jamlady.eboard.com, updated 12-18-05 - Church review (I think
I'll become a critic - Rob's been calling me one for years!)
and a toffee recipe.
Melba's Jammin'
OmManiPadmeOmelet <Ome...@brokenegz.com> wrote:
>
> I did like the idea tho' of letting HER know.
>
> Discreetly drop a note on the table that her "fuck me" perfume that she
> drowned herself in has spoiled your dinner...
Or suggest in the note that the 'f m' 'fume has done something to your
sensibilities and you have to have her. You have to take her NOW. And
she should brace herself.
jmcquown
You make a good point. However, the perfume-doused woman might well be a
regular customer whereas the OP made it sound like this was a first-time
visit. Which one would the restauranteur rather not offend?
Jill
OmManiPadmeOmelet
Melba's Jammin' <barbs....@earthfink.net.invalid> wrote:
> In article <Omelet-6D3D26....@corp.supernews.com>,
> OmManiPadmeOmelet <Ome...@brokenegz.com> wrote:
> >
> > I did like the idea tho' of letting HER know.
> >
> > Discreetly drop a note on the table that her "fuck me" perfume that she
> > drowned herself in has spoiled your dinner...
>
> Or suggest in the note that the 'f m' 'fume has done something to your
> sensibilities and you have to have her. You have to take her NOW. And
> she should brace herself.
ROFL!!!
Well done Barb!
Damsel in dis Dress
<barbs....@earthfink.net.invalid> wrote:
> In article <Omelet-6D3D26....@corp.supernews.com>,
> OmManiPadmeOmelet <Ome...@brokenegz.com> wrote:
> >
> > I did like the idea tho' of letting HER know.
> >
> > Discreetly drop a note on the table that her "fuck me" perfume that she
> > drowned herself in has spoiled your dinner...
>
> Or suggest in the note that the 'f m' 'fume has done something to your
> sensibilities and you have to have her. You have to take her NOW. And
> she should brace herself.
You're on a roll today, Barb. Keep 'em coming!
Carol
elaine
"jmcquown" <jmcq...@bellsouth.net> wrote in message
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Well if she smells THAT bad , chances are this would not be the first time
customers have been offended. ONTH some people's noses are way more
sensitive to smells -- as other OP's have pointed out.
I only know what I would do.
E.
sarah bennett
> Imagine, if you will, going out to a top-shelf restaurant for an
> evening of pleasant dining, quiet socializing, and orgasmic
> tasting of foods you might not prepare at home even on special
> occasions.
>
> given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
> something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
> though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
> is doing to those around her.
>
> What do you do in this situation?
>
> The Ranger
Ask them, discreetly and politely, If they would please have their
server move them to another table, as you and your guest are sensitive
to fragrances.
--
saerah
"Peace is not an absence of war, it is a virtue, a state of mind, a
disposition for benevolence, confidence, justice."
-Baruch Spinoza
"There is a theory which states that if ever anybody discovers exactly
what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear
and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There
is another theory which states that this has already happened."
-Douglas Adams
sarah bennett
I assume the couple had not received their appetizers yet. It would be
less trouple for everyone involved if they moved- If I was at a
restaurant where smoking was permnitted, and another patron asked me to
move when I lit up (presuming I had not been already served) I would.
Doug Kanter
"sarah bennett" <anis...@sbcglobal.net> wrote in message
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Yeah, but it sounds like you were not raised by pigs. Many people were, and
will not do the right thing when asked.
Sheldon
Barb, let's split the house special Liver n' Limburger Pizza
And for sides a large hatful of garlick pickles.. grrrpppse!
Sheldon Mennen
sarah bennett
You obviously haven't met my father :)
If the couple refused, I would talk to the waitstaff. If they make a
stink (hee) about it, that's their problem, not mine, and if the
restaurant management asked us to move instead I probably would, too.
(it would then become just an inconvenience for the waitstaff- Even
without the gorgeous view, I don't think my evening would be ruined.)
pennyaline
> Imagine, if you will, going out to a top-shelf restaurant for an
> evening of pleasant dining, quiet socializing, and orgasmic
> tasting of foods you might not prepare at home even on special
> occasions.
<savory deliciousness snipped>
> Another couple has been seated. They are older and established,
> given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
> something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
> though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
> is doing to those around her.
>
> What do you do in this situation?
I'm not sure what you mean exactly by "older and established"... how old
would you say?
You see, what I would do depends heavily on how old they are, knowing as
I do that as we age our own senses begin to betray us. Fifi may not be
at all aware of how much perfume she is wearing. She may know only that
she has applied what *she* was capable of perceiving.
So it may not be a matter of an unfeeling and insensitive couple being
overbearing for the sake of same. She may only have been wearing what
she could detect, and to her mind it probably didn't seem like much.
The Ranger
<norweg...@icelandichoneyweek.org> replied:
>The Ranger wrote:
>> Imagine, if you will, going out to a top-shelf restaurant for an
>> evening of pleasant dining, quiet socializing, and orgasmic
>> tasting of foods you might not prepare at home even on special
>> occasions.
>
><savory deliciousness snipped>
>
>
>> Another couple has been seated. They are older and established,
>> given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
>> something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
>> though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
>> is doing to those around her.
>>
>> What do you do in this situation?
>
>I'm not sure what you mean exactly by "older and established"...
>how old would you say?
I would guess 60'ish. Not the speckle-holding Dame Matriarch
accompanied by Sir Stuffyshirt that Agatha Christie would parody
but someone that dresses nicely regularly, wearing the clothing
comfortably and with ease. The two were on a first name basis with
the maitre'd as well.
>You see, what I would do depends heavily on how old they are, knowing as
>I do that as we age our own senses begin to betray us. Fifi may not be
>at all aware of how much perfume she is wearing. She may know only that
>she has applied what *she* was capable of perceiving.
>
>So it may not be a matter of an unfeeling and insensitive couple being
>overbearing for the sake of same. She may only have been wearing what
>she could detect, and to her mind it probably didn't seem like much.
And this was my thinking as well.
The Ranger
sf
<Ome...@brokenegz.com> wrote:
>I did like the idea tho' of letting HER know.
>
>Discreetly drop a note on the table that her "fuck me" perfume that she
>drowned herself in has spoiled your dinner...
>
>And don't mince words. Crass women like that deserve it!
>--
>Om.
That is wrong and rude. Ask the waitstaff to move you, if your nose
is *that* sensitive and stay away from restaurants where seating is so
close.
The main reason it happens is due to what's called Olfactory Fatigue:
After a short exposure to some strong odors, olfactory fatigue may
occur so a person is no longer able to smell the odor. When olfactory
fatigue happens, a woman may dab on more perfume or a man may slap on
more cheap cologne. I know it's awful for those whose noses are being
assulted, but being rude isn't the way to address the situation.
sf
<noone...@thisaddress.com> wrote:
>I'm the same way Dimitri. This time of year is pure heck with all the
>extra Christmas smells.
I'd love candle stores and all the extra xmas "smells"... if I was in
a mall.
Melba's Jammin'
"Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan" <do...@invalid.com> wrote:
> Melba's Jammin' <barbs....@earthfink.net.invalid> looking for trouble
> wrote in news:barbs.challer-1A9...@individual.net:
> <scissored for space>
>
> >
> > Depends on your manners and willingness to piss someone off, I think.
>
> Personally I just don't like spoiling someone's evening. I don't care, I
> just won't do it. I figure Fifi is out to have a good time too so let her
> be.
> If Fifi's stench was so overpowering, yes, this would be my option, laid or
> not. Speaking only for myself of course.
>
>
> >
> > Or you could stay put and start making loud and smarmy remarks about the
> > stench of a cheap whorehouse that has suddenly invaded your nasal
> > passages, take your chances on a poke in the nose, choke down your
> > dinner, and discover that when you get home things just don't work the
> > way you'd hoped. <wink, wink>
> >
> > Or you could just shut up and try to make the best of it and put on a
> > happy face so as not to spoil things for your companion,
> >
> > Your choice.
>
> Decisions, decisions. Well, what would you do in the situation Ms. Jam
> Lady ;)
>
> Michael
I'd ask for a different table for myself and companion.
Elaine Parrish
On Mon, 19 Dec 2005, The Ranger wrote:
> Imagine, if you will, going out to a top-shelf restaurant for an
> evening of pleasant dining, quiet socializing, and orgasmic
> tasting of foods you might not prepare at home even on special
> occasions.
>
> Another couple has been seated. They are older and established,
> given their dress. The matron, unfortunately, has bathed in
> something that announces her presence long before she arrives,
> though. She is completely oblivious to how she appears or what it
> is doing to those around her.
>
> What do you do in this situation?
>
> The Ranger
>
Do you want to be a gentleman, rascal, blackguard, or bastard?
Elaine, too
Doug Kanter
"sf" <see_reply_address_at_gmail_dot_com> wrote in message
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Perhaps, but there ARE people who slather on WAY too much perfume or
cologne.
Knit Chic
What I want to know most, is what did YOU do?
"The Ranger" <cuhula...@yahoo.com> wrote in message
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The Ranger
<e...@ebicom.net> replied:
[snip Fifi La Phew escapade]
>Do you want to be a gentleman, rascal, blackguard, or bastard?
Both my parents were married, so the last isn't can't be an
option. <G> But, I can be any and all.
'Tender's Choice; whatever your heart's desire.
The Ranger
sarah bennett
> I have no idea what I would do, it would depend on my mood at the time.
> What I want to know most, is what did YOU do?
>
heh, me too!
<snip>
>>
>>What do you do in this situation?
>>
>>The Ranger
>
>
>
Terry Pulliam Burd
and opined:
>Or suggest in the note that the 'f m' 'fume has done something to your
>sensibilities and you have to have her. You have to take her NOW. And
>she should brace herself.
OMG, this reminds me of a joke a Scots friend told me:
The Scots version of foreplay: "Brace yourself, lassie!"
Terry "Squeaks" Pulliam Burd
AAC(F)BV66.0748.CA
"If the soup had been as hot as the claret, if the claret had been as
old as the bird, and if the bird's breasts had been as full as the
waitress's, it would have been a very good dinner."
-- Duncan Hines
To reply, replace "spaminator" with "cox"
Dee Randall
"Michael "Dog3" Lonergan" <do...@invalid.com> wrote in message
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> pennyaline <norweg...@icelandichoneyweek.org> looking for trouble
> wrote
> in news:TqFpf.18$3Q1...@news.uswest.net:
> some scent that Elizabeth Taylor puts out, that would choke a moose at 50
> paces. She can't even smell it but we can. The dogs run from her when
> she
> comes over and the cats are not to be found. The stink in the house
> lingers for hours. She hasn't a clue it is so strong. She is 70 so I
> give
> her a break, say nothing and open the windows after she leaves. The
> ceiling fans help.
>
> Michael
Hey, Michael, I wish you were my s-i-l. I'm 70 and NO ONE gives me a break.
Perhaps I'm still too ornery.
I thought I'd heard on the news that California had passed some laws about
wearing perfume at certain places -- the workplace?
When I lived in Marin County and drove into SF, before the Larkspur Ferry
went into operation, one week I decided to take a bus into town that week.
I almost fainted about 1 minute into the ride from the perfume. In fact,
I'm making myself sick just thinking about it. Back to the freeway I went,
in bumper to bumper traffic which was one heckuva lot better than the
perfume. It was the year that one particular perfume was so popular and it
smelled to me EXACTLY like bug spray; everyone was wearing it. To this day,
I really think it was.
Dee Dee
OmManiPadmeOmelet
sf <see_reply_address_at_gmail_dot_com> wrote:
I'm sorry, but I am constantly subjected to this kind of thing at work
so I've developed a low level of patience with it.
No, I'm not rude to my co-workers but I really do think you are doing
the person a favor by informing them of their misbehavior.
Granted, you don't have to be rude in doing so, there are ways and there
are ways to tell people, but they really should be informed.
Kinda like letting a guy know his fly is open in public. ;-)
Melba's Jammin'
"Michael \"Dog3\" Lonergan" <do...@invalid.com> wrote:
> Melba's Jammin' <barbs....@earthfink.net.invalid> looking for
> trouble wrote in
> news:barbs.challer-959...@individual.net:
>
> >
> > I'd ask for a different table for myself and companion.
>
> BINGO! a class act.
Thanks. I don't mind making a fool of myself in public if I'm having
fun,(would YOU wear a Pickle Hat in the Louvre, in front of the Mona
Lisa? -- don't answer that) but I don't like big UNpleasant scenes.
They are usually unnecessary and embarrassing.
> Michael
Melba's Jammin'
The Ranger <cuhula...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> On Mon, 19 Dec 2005 17:33:44 -0600, Elaine Parrish
> <e...@ebicom.net> replied:
> [snip Fifi La Phew escapade]
> >Do you want to be a gentleman, rascal, blackguard, or bastard?
>
> Both my parents were married, so the last isn't can't be an
> option.
Oh yeah?
Were they married to each other? "-)
Elaine Parrish
On Mon, 19 Dec 2005, jmcquown wrote:
> elaine wrote:
> > " <jmcq...@bellsouth.net> wrote in message
> > news:UWBpf.5852$k76...@bignews6.bellsouth.net...
> >
> > No - why should they have to move. Explain (with vigor) the problem
> > with the smelly woman. And suggest ever so strongly that she (they)
> > should be reseated.
> >
> > If that is not a possibility perhaps get a rain check (free meal?) for
> > another time.
> >
> > That would be my request.
> >
> > Elaine
>
> You make a good point. However, the perfume-doused woman might well be a
> regular customer whereas the OP made it sound like this was a first-time
> visit. Which one would the restauranteur rather not offend?
>
> Jill
>
I agree, Jill. That can be a difficult call, too.
As well, restaurants have a hard time trying to balance the "wants" of
everybody. Many times the "wants" of customers are unreasonable.
In a perfect world, each person's "rights" would begin and end at his/her
own table and no one would ever breach them. But it doesn't work that way.
Restaurants must draw lines. Some are easy - drunk; *excessively*
obnoxious, loud, difficult; grabby; improperly dressed; etc. Some are not.
Customers don't seem to realize that they have responsibilities and not
just the kinds outlined above. People who go out to dinner *in a public
place* are not renting the whole place. They know in advance that there
will be others there (or they wouldn't want to eat there, either) and
"others" come in a very wide variety. All a restaurant can 'reasonably' do
is to try to set standards that minimize the fact that there is more than
one table in the place.
My party and I were in a fairly nice restuarant one night. At the next
table was a couple with a man that had the nervous habit of jiggling his
leg up and down. The problem was that everytime his heal came down, it
"clicked" against the chair leg. It wasn't like a bass drum or anything,
but about the 200th time it happened, I wanted to scream. It was like
someone clicking a pencil against the desk. As irritated as I was, I knew
that this was not across the line of "throw the jerk out because he is
giving me a headache". It was the price of eating "in public" and catching
a "bad draw." The restaurant was not "responsible" and should not have
taken any action against that customer.
I agree that the OP had the right to ask to be moved. I don't think the OP
had the right to demand the stinky lady be moved or to ask for a "rain
check" or expect a free meal (any customer that had made anyone of those
demands would have been the customer I would have chosen to "lose". In
the long run, that kind of a customer costs more than they are worth.)
Restaurant customers are some strange ducks.
If one goes to a
store (of any price range) and, when (not if, when) they encounter people
talking too loudly, or poking along so you can't get around in some isles,
or they have a screaming baby or they are dancing in the aisles with shoes
or tank tops spread all over the area, *nobody* rushes off in a huff to
find the manager and demand that all these people be thrown out "because I
am a serious customer!"
When one gets to the check out counter that is 6
or 8 deep and one waits patiently while every little blue hair watches
every item pass before she *even* begins to rummage through her purse to
find her wallet, which is, of coures, in the very bottom and then all she
sha is dollar bills - maybe 100 of them - that she counts out carefully
one at a time to the cashier and then counts them again before she
gathers up her stuff and shuffles out. Do you chew the cashier out? Well,
do you??? *NO* Do you tell her she is slow as molassas and that this long
wait you have endured is her fault because she was waiting for the items
to sprout legs and jump into the bags. She could have moved along faster.
So, you feel you are entitled to a discout for the long wait. You would do
it in a restaurant where your butt was in a (kinda) comfy chair with some
thing cold to drink.
So now, one gets home with all of one's packages and finds that one has
gotten a faulty item - a blow dryer that won't work, or a a toaster that
won't toast, or a vacuum that sucks because it won't suck. So, back to the
store you go. Have you ever said, "This doesn't work and I want one that
that does work and I expect you to give it to me for free because I
expected something better or different, I've wasted all this time and now
my whole day is ruined. This shopping trip was supposed to be orgasmic
and now it is ruined...all ruined!"
Of course you wouldn't (well, most of you wouldn't), but it happens in
restaurants all the time.
(If you are out there wishing for a restaurant of your own: Be careful
what you wish for. You just might it!)
Elaine, too
Melba's Jammin'
"Sheldon" <PENM...@aol.com> wrote:
LOL! Ah, Mennen. Rob's dad wore Old Spice. I loved greeting him. He
smelled good. :-)
Ever have a sauerkraut pizza? Peoplel have cringed at the thought but
the flavors aren't so far off those in holubky. Tomato goes well with
kapusta.
Nancy Young
"Michael "Dog3" Lonergan" <do...@invalid.com> wrote
> I agree. I think Fifi should be cut some slack here. I know my MIL wears
> some scent that Elizabeth Taylor puts out, that would choke a moose at 50
> paces. She can't even smell it but we can. The dogs run from her when
> she
> comes over and the cats are not to be found. The stink in the house
> lingers for hours. She hasn't a clue it is so strong. She is 70 so I
> give
> her a break, say nothing and open the windows after she leaves. The
> ceiling fans help.
Oh geez. I don't have a very good sense of smell at all, so I err
way on the side of caution. I gave up wearing scent because it
wasn't worth worrying I was annoying people around me. Having
said that, I've come across plenty of men who could knock you
out at 20 paces with their cologne. Eyes water just thinking about
it.
nancy
Doug Kanter
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>
> Lagrfeld is my cologne/aftershave of choice. I wear it sparingly. If you
> get close enough, you get a whiff :)
On a somewhat related subject, here's something interesting:
The New York Times
December 20, 2005
A Mystery, Locked in Timeless Embrace
By JOHN NOBLE WILFORD
When Egyptologists entered the tomb for the first time more than four
decades ago, they expected to be surprised. Explorers of newly exposed tombs
always expect that, and this time they were not disappointed - they were
confounded.
It was back in 1964, outside Cairo, near the famous Step Pyramid in the
necropolis of Saqqara and a short drive from the Sphinx and the breathtaking
pyramids at Giza. The newfound tomb yielded no royal mummies or dazzling
jewels. But the explorers stopped in their tracks when the light of their
kerosene lamp shined on the wall art in the most sacred chamber.
There, carved in stone, were the images of two men embracing. Their names
were inscribed above: Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep. Though not of the
nobility, they were highly esteemed in the palace as the chief manicurists
of the king, sometime from 2380 to 2320 B.C., in the time known as the fifth
dynasty of the Old Kingdom. Grooming the king was an honored occupation.
Archaeologists were taken aback. It was extremely rare in ancient Egypt for
an elite tomb to be shared by two men of apparently equal standing. The
usual practice was for such mortuary temples to be the resting place of one
prominent man, his wife and children.
And it was most unusual for a couple of the same sex to be depicted locked
in an embrace. In other scenes, they are also shown holding hands and
nose-kissing, the favored form of kissing in ancient Egypt. What were
scholars to make of their intimate relationship?
Over the years, the tomb's wall art has been subjected to learned analysis,
inspiring considerable speculation. One interpretation is that the two men
are brothers, probably identical twins, and this may be the earliest known
depiction of twins. Another is that the men had a homosexual relationship, a
more recent view that has gained support among gay advocates.
Now, an Egyptologist at New York University has stepped into the debate with
a third interpretation. He has marshaled circumstantial evidence that the
two menmay have been conjoined twins, popularly known as Siamese twins. The
expert, David O'Connor, a professor of ancient Egyptian art at the N.Y.U.
Institute of Fine Arts, said: "My suggestion is that Niankhkhnum and
Khnumhotep were indeed twins, but of a very special sort. They were
conjoined twins, and it was this physical peculiarity that prompted the many
depictions of them hand-holding or embracing in their tomb-chapel."
Dr. O'Connor elaborated on his hypothesis in a recent lecture and in an
interview in New York. He is describing and defending the idea before
scholarly peers at a conference, "Sex and Gender in Ancient Egypt," this
week at the University of Wales in Swansea.
Opposition to his proposal promises to be spirited. Most Egyptologists
accept the normal-twins interpretation advanced most prominently by John
Baines, an archaeologist at the University of Oxford in England.
"It's a very persuasive case Baines makes," Dr. O'Connor acknowledged.
And he noted that the gay-couple hypothesis had become the popular idea in
the last decade. A leading proponent is Greg Reeder, an independent scholar
in San Francisco and a contributing editor of KMT, a magazine of Egyptian
art and history. The most Google references to the tomb, archaeologists say,
concern the homosexual idea.
The gay argument leans on the analogy with depictions of married
heterosexual couples in Egyptian art, which was first suggested by Nadine
Cherpion, a French archaeologist.
Because the embraces of heterosexual couples in the tomb art convey an
implicit erotic and sexual relationship, and perhaps the belief of its
continuation in the afterlife, Mr. Reeder and his allies contend that
similar scenes involving the two men have the same significance, that they
presumably are gay partners.
Calling attention to the most intimate scene of the two embracing men, Mr.
Reeder said: "They are so close together here that not only are they face to
face and nose to nose, but so close that the knots on their belts are
touching, linking their lower torsos. If this scene were composed of a
male-female couple instead of the same-sex couple we have here, there would
be little question concerning what it is we are seeing."
In an interview last week, Mr. Reeder said Dr. O'Connor's new interpretation
was fascinating, but added, "It's the most extreme and unnecessary theory."
Dr. Baines, in an e-mail message from Oxford, said that he "would stick with
my own interpretation, because it seems to me to require the smallest amount
of 'exceptionalism' and to fit reasonably well with other patterns."
As for the sexual implications of the embracing poses, Dr. Baines has
suggested that they could signify the "socially and emotionally linked
roles" of two men who probably were twins.
Or they could symbolize "protection or close identification and reciprocity"
between the two.
Ancient Egyptian art, experts say, is not meant always to be taken
literally.
James Allen, an Egyptologist at the Metropolitan Museum of Art who is not
involved in the research, called the twins hypothesis probable and the
conjoined-twins idea "an interesting wrinkle." The least likely, he said,
was the homosexual-relationship proposal.
Dr. Baines said, "The gay-couple idea is essentially derived from imposing
modern preoccupations on ancient materials and not attending to the cultural
context."
If Dr. O'Connor is correct, the tomb holds a rare example of documented
conjoined twins that early in history, he said, and thus an insight into
ancient Egyptian attitudes toward disabilities. He cited other records, and
art of the dwarf Seneb, who in a somewhat later court was "overseer of
dwarfs in charge of dressing" the king and a tutor of the royal sons, both
positions of elite status. Egyptians appear to have viewed such people as
auspicious figures, not freaks.
"The creator gods had made everything, dwarfs, two-headed calves and
conjoined twins," Dr. O'Connor said. "A king felt more elevated for having
these singular creatures to serve him as manicurists."
Like most elite tombs, this one was built of stone masonry and had several
chambers, the most sacred the chapel or cult room. Here, survivors of the
deceased brought offerings and paid homage. Beneath the room was the burial
chamber. The remains of the two men were not found.
Egyptian tombs typically represent the lives of the departed in art and
script. Images of the two men and hieroglyphic inscriptions about them and
their families are everywhere, in corridors and in the chapel. The two men
had wives who are named and represented in the art. Yet there are no scenes
of them embracing their wives.
Their apparently close relationship and equal standing are illustrated not
only in images of them together, either holding hands or embracing. In other
instances, Dr. O'Connor said, one man appears alone on a wall face, and the
other on the opposing wall. Their stature and pose are identical, and they
are performing similar acts. While one fishes in the marshes, for example,
the other hunts birds in the same setting.
These scenes and the ones of intimate embraces led to the speculation,
initially by Mounir Basta, the Egyptian archaeologist who first explored the
tomb, that Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep were brothers, probably twins. Dr.
Baines developed the idea in a seminal study in the 1980's, and others took
up the gay-couple idea.
When Dr. O'Connor looked into the matter, he was struck by a comparison of
the images of the two men with pictures of Chang and Eng, the famous
conjoined twins born in 1811 in Siam. They were seen close together, arm in
arm. They and a number of documented conjoined twins also had wives and
children and engaged in strenuous activities, much like the hunting and
fishing of the two Egyptians.
Their names, Niankhkhnum and Khnumhotep suggest another clue, Dr. O'Connor
said. Both names refer to the god Khnum, the deity who fashions the form of
a child in the womb. Though not an uncommon part of Egyptian names, in this
case it might be a play on words to signify their paired lives.
David Silverman, an Egyptologist at the University of Pennsylvania, and his
student Joshua Robinson pointed out to Dr. O'Connor that the name Khnum was
also similar to the ancient Egyptian word khenem, which means "to unite" or
"be united."
One problem, however, is that none of the tomb art shows a physical link
between the two men, as in some pictures of Chang and Eng.
Egyptian mortuary art, Dr. O'Connor said, "operates in terms of idealized
types, not actual figures."
"It's not photographic art," he added.
Dr. Allen of the Metropolitan Museum agreed, saying, "Egyptian art was
symbolic, and it is doubtful the Egyptians would have tried to represent
realistically the join between these twins."
Whether the two men were normal twins, conjoined twins or a gay couple, the
speculation highlights a problem and an opportunity for scholars.
"We don't have a lot of information about how twins were viewed in ancient
Egypt or how gay life was perceived," Dr. Allen said.
Few accounts refer to twins of any kind in the civilization, and an honored
role for conjoined twins, if that is what they were, would be even stronger
evidence of Egyptian attitudes toward people with physical disabilities.
"Such attributes were often seen as fabulous rather than monstrous, and
positive rather than negative," Dr. O'Connor said. "They attested the
creator god's ability, if he wished, to bring wondrous changes upon the
norms he himself had established."
Besides, Dr. O'Connor pointed out, "The fact that they could have worked
simultaneously on the grooming of the king's two hands might have been seen
as especially appropriate and desirable."
Homosexuality was only occasionally referred to in Egyptian documents,
sometimes in myths of certain gods, implying that it was not considered a
normal relationship. The prevailing attitude, scholars say, was not antigay,
though probably negative, and certainly not as accepting of homosexual
activity it was in classical Greece.
If the tomb of the two men was indeed a public profession of their emotional
and sexual attachment, scholars say, it could inspire a reassessment of the
place of homosexuals in Egyptian culture.
Defending his interpretation, Mr. Reeder said the similarity of the
embracing scenes with those of husbands and wives should not be dismissed.
He further noted, in his lecture in Wales, new evidence that he said
suggested that one of the men died well before the other. Khnumhotep was
described in one place as being honored by a great god, possibly meaning he
had by then entered the afterlife, while in a corresponding scene
Niankhkhnum had only official titles of his career in life.
If, then, Niankhkhnum was the one who finished decorating the tomb, Mr.
Reeder said, it was unlikely that they were conjoined twins. "They would
have had to be surgically separated," he said in an interview. "The
Egyptians had surgical knowledge. But separating such twins would be
expecting too much."
The fact that the two men had families is not seen as contradicting the gay
hypothesis, Egyptologists said. Like others of the time, the two men would
presumably have sired children to carry on after them and maintain the cult
dedicated to their well-being through eternity.
Mr. Reeder said his hypothesis "resonates in the gay community because it
shows two historical men being intimate with each other, and this was
something that could be shown in an ancient culture."
Dr. O'Connor acknowledged the interpretation's appeal. "Gays and lesbians
still experience a great deal of prejudice and discrimination, and these two
ancient Egyptians are yet further proof that homosexuality goes far back in
history," he said.
"The semipublic nature of their tomb chapel," he added, "suggests their gay
relationship was accepted as normative by the elite of a particularly famous
and illustrious civilization."
Finally, Dr. O'Connor conceded that the conjoined-twins hypothesis, like the
other two, is not "fully supported by conclusive evidence."
* Copyright 2005The New York Times Company
The Ranger
<cuhula...@yahoo.com> replied:
What to do? What to do?
There was nothing to do but set my fork down and signal our waiter
over. He was there before I'd put my hand back down in my lap.
"I know this will be terribly inconvenient but I am highly
allergic to perfumes..."
His eyes immediately shifted to the source of my pain. "I
understand sir. Let me see what we can do."
SWMBO'd long since stopped eating and was consciously taking small
breaths in a valiant effort to escape the ollifactory assault and
battery we were both receiving.
"Sir. We've secured another table for you. If it's not too much
trouble, would you mind following me."
I didn't say anything. I looked out from the Perfect View one last
time and turned away. I extended my hand to SWMBO and we followed
the waiter to another area, devoid of Fifi and her essence.
Distance, unlike the cliché would have you believe, did not make
my heart grow fonder.
"Please accept my apologies for this inconvenience... There will
be new appetizers brought out and I will see if our chef might be
able to provide something refreshing to help cleanse your palates
of that unpleasant memory."
I looked over at SWMBO. She was seated... And very unhappy.
Nothing would ever get her back in this restaurant. Might as well
chow down and get dinner over. This evening was tanked.
As I sat there grousing and grumbling about what I wanted to do to
Madame Fifi, SWMBO volunteered, "Are you feeling better?"
"Can I breave, you mean." I sniffed lamely. "No. Shut down tighter
than if I sniffed a bagful of dust. You?"
"My headache's going away."
"I know you loved the table..."
"Not near *that*! That Charlie reprobate! It was simply too much.
And if they'd moved her, she'd've still been there. I'm glad we're
no longer in the area. Besides, I didn't agree to eat here simply
for the view."
"Then we'll go back to enjoying the evening. At least I'll have
something to post about."
"Are you _still_ writing those posts?"
"Uhm. Maybe..." I hedged.
"Keep it about the food..."
"Of course. They're always about food."
The Ranger
PS: I'm told the food was delicious. We'll be going back.
PPS: Fer Melba: Gentleman don't tell secrets.
Rhonda Anderson
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>
> Oh geez. I don't have a very good sense of smell at all, so I err
> way on the side of caution. I gave up wearing scent because it
> wasn't worth worrying I was annoying people around me. Having
> said that, I've come across plenty of men who could knock you
> out at 20 paces with their cologne. Eyes water just thinking about
> it.
I try to err on the side of caution, also - I'm always worried that I've
overdone it, though I certainly don't apply lots of perfume. There are
only a few scents that I wear, and none are super strong. The only
complaint I've ever had about my perfume has been at work, and that was a
joking complaint that I smelt like lollies, and this person was on a diet
- the perfume was a vanilla oil from the Body Shop which is probably the
perfume I wear most often. I have had people tell me I was making them
hungry when I've worn it,but only people who have been standing right
next to me - it doesn't pervade the whole room, and again they weren't
serious complaints (thankfully).
Rhonda Anderson
Cranebrook, NSW, Australia
Damsel in dis Dress
<barbs....@earthfink.net.invalid> wrote:
> Ever have a sauerkraut pizza? Peoplel have cringed at the thought but
> the flavors aren't so far off those in holubky. Tomato goes well with
> kapusta.
Sauerkraut, sausage and bacon bits. With extra kraut. Mmmm!
Carol
Dee Randall
"Nancy Young" <qwe...@monmouth.com> wrote in message
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Yikes, I remember signing up for private music lessons from a highly
recommended man. I walked in the room filled with aire de cologne - I
explained politely in 1 minute and said I couldn't take any lessons, and to
send me a bill for this one session. He showed his colors then; and of
course I was glad I hadn't taken lessons from him. (I'm getting hives
thinking about it -- tee hee!)
Dee Dee
Dee Randall
> boredom he comes over and putzes around our gardens. He lost his dog last
> year, Lance reached the 20 year mark and was quietly put to sleep. He
> loves
> to play with Missy and Shelly. I remember when his wife died. We had
> just
> moved in.
>
> Anyway, the man can cook. He can do some serious BBQ. He just adores
> Missy
> salivating over his smoker ;0
>
He must be quite a guy. Attitude can keep people young and healthy if they
are not predisposed to certain illnesses. He might appreciate you as a
neighbor more than you realize. My in-laws who aren't that extraverted, had
a neighbor with lots of kids, dogs and fanfare, and my in-laws fell in love
with them. It was really good for them.
Dee Dee
Dee Randall
"Michael "Dog3" Lonergan" <do...@invalid.com> wrote in message
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> "Nancy Young" <qwe...@monmouth.com> looking for trouble wrote in
> news:do90uk$a8u$1...@news.monmouth.com:
> get close enough, you get a whiff :)
>
That reminds me of an exception I made once in my life. I had a 'very good
friend' that wore a subtle cologne. He was from Germany. I wonder if it
was some 'concoction' from Germany -- tee hee! But it was very effective.
Dee Dee
sarah bennett
Are you serious?
> As I sat there grousing and grumbling about what I wanted to do to
> Madame Fifi, SWMBO volunteered, "Are you feeling better?"
>
> "Can I breave, you mean." I sniffed lamely. "No. Shut down tighter
> than if I sniffed a bagful of dust. You?"
>
> "My headache's going away."
>
> "I know you loved the table..."
>
> "Not near *that*! That Charlie reprobate! It was simply too much.
> And if they'd moved her, she'd've still been there. I'm glad we're
> no longer in the area. Besides, I didn't agree to eat here simply
> for the view."
>
> "Then we'll go back to enjoying the evening. At least I'll have
> something to post about."
>
> "Are you _still_ writing those posts?"
>
> "Uhm. Maybe..." I hedged.
>
> "Keep it about the food..."
>
> "Of course. They're always about food."
>
> The Ranger
>
> PS: I'm told the food was delicious. We'll be going back.
> PPS: Fer Melba: Gentleman don't tell secrets.
OmManiPadmeOmelet
"Dee Randall" <deed...@shentel.net> wrote:
> When I lived in Marin County and drove into SF, before the Larkspur Ferry
> went into operation, one week I decided to take a bus into town that week.
> I almost fainted about 1 minute into the ride from the perfume. In fact,
> I'm making myself sick just thinking about it. Back to the freeway I went,
> in bumper to bumper traffic which was one heckuva lot better than the
> perfume. It was the year that one particular perfume was so popular and it
> smelled to me EXACTLY like bug spray; everyone was wearing it. To this day,
> I really think it was.
> Dee Dee
I think it was called "Poison".
And it did indeed smell just like Raid..... ;-)
And the knock-off versions were even worse!
I think it was made by Georgios?
Melba's Jammin'
The Ranger <cuhula...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> "Then we'll go back to enjoying the evening. At least I'll have
> something to post about."
>
> "Are you _still_ writing those posts?"
>
> "Uhm. Maybe..." I hedged.
>
> "Keep it about the food..."
>
> "Of course. They're always about food."
>
> The Ranger
>
> PS: I'm told the food was delicious. We'll be going back.
> PPS: Fer Melba: Gentleman don't tell secrets.
Sure, but what about you?
The Ranger
<anis...@sbcglobal.net> wondered:
[snip]
>Are you serious?
I was.
The Ranger
The Ranger
<barbs....@earthfink.net.invalid> replied:[snip]
> > PPS: Fer Melba: Gentleman don't tell secrets.
> >
> Sure, but what about you?
I said I'd only post about food. (And as tasty as SWMBO is, she's
not on the public menu.)
The Ranger
Doug Kanter
"OmManiPadmeOmelet" <Ome...@brokenegz.com> wrote in message
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Or, DuPont, maybe? :-) I can only think of one scent that's worse: FDS.
It's basically a loud advertisement that says "Something nasty is happening
to my downtown, or I don't own a bath tub".
Nancy Young
"Dee Randall" <deed...@shentel.net> wrote
> When I lived in Marin County and drove into SF, before the Larkspur Ferry
> went into operation, one week I decided to take a bus into town that week.
> I almost fainted about 1 minute into the ride from the perfume. In fact,
> I'm making myself sick just thinking about it. Back to the freeway I
> went, in bumper to bumper traffic which was one heckuva lot better than
> the perfume. It was the year that one particular perfume was so popular
> and it smelled to me EXACTLY like bug spray; everyone was wearing it. To
> this day, I really think it was.
For some reason you just reminded me of those horrid magazine
inserts, it got to a point where I had to purge just about every one
I got or I'd sneeze and cry through the entire time I read the thing.
Eyes get itchy just remembering them. They all smelled alike and
just like bug spray. Hardly imagine who'd be enduced to buy the
stuff after a whiff of that.
nancy
Dee Randall
That was it!
Dee Dee
OmManiPadmeOmelet
"Doug Kanter" <ancien...@hotmail.com> wrote:
<lol> You are, just, SO bad!!!
Doug Kanter
It's the truth, though! You can smell that stuff 100 feet away. Like Desenex
foot spray, only worse.
MoM
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I would have to leave. It wouldn't be because the scent was
so bad but because they trigger a migraine in me.
MoM
Dee Randall
walk into a department store, there would be females there awaiting you to
spray it onto you. Yikes!
Dee Dee
Dee Randall
> I would have to leave. It wouldn't be because the scent was so bad but
> because they trigger a migraine in me.
>
> MoM
Yes, that's the whole thing for me: it's not the scent, but the illness
that the scent creates. So for me when I sniff this 'whatever' scent, I
run; and if I cannot run, I get angry because I know what is in store for
me.
Dee Dee
OmManiPadmeOmelet
"Doug Kanter" <ancien...@hotmail.com> wrote:
Then there is always Preparation H....
It has a rather distinctive odor as well. ;-)
Since you just had to go "there"........ <lol>
OmManiPadmeOmelet
"Dee Randall" <deed...@shentel.net> wrote:
Gods I hated that stuff......... <gag>
Never did understand why it was so popular!
I liked "Red" however, but could not wear it.
Puester
>
>
> I try to err on the side of caution, also - I'm always worried that I've
> overdone it, though I certainly don't apply lots of perfume. There are
> only a few scents that I wear, and none are super strong. The only
> complaint I've ever had about my perfume has been at work, and that was a
> joking complaint that I smelt like lollies, and this person was on a diet
> - the perfume was a vanilla oil from the Body Shop which is probably the
> perfume I wear most often. I have had people tell me I was making them
> hungry when I've worn it,but only people who have been standing right
> next to me - it doesn't pervade the whole room, and again they weren't
> serious complaints (thankfully).
>
> Rhonda Anderson
> Cranebrook, NSW, Australia
Interestingly, I've always like unisex scents.
In college the femmes fatales wore Shalimar, the rest of us wore things
like Canoe, which was introduced for both sexes. My current favorite
is Calvin Klein "Be". It's not overpowering and wears off quickly.
gloria p
who thinks patchouli should be available by prescription only
OmManiPadmeOmelet
Puester <pue...@worldnet.att.net> wrote:
<lol> For many moons I wore my own home mix of Patchouli and Bayberry.
Had a couple of co-workers that could not handle it.
Now I wear no scents at all except for whatever the shampoo and soap
provides...
Elaine Parrish
On Mon, 19 Dec 2005, The Ranger wrote:
> On Mon, 19 Dec 2005 17:33:44 -0600, Elaine Parrish
> <e...@ebicom.net> replied:
> [snip Fifi La Phew escapade]
> >Do you want to be a gentleman, rascal, blackguard, or bastard?
>
> Both my parents were married, so the last isn't can't be an
> option. <G> But, I can be any and all.
>
> 'Tender's Choice; whatever your heart's desire.
>
> The Ranger
>
Tee hee hee. I think there is a little of all of them in each of us.
Deciding which to be when is the balancing act we all face. It is a
question (using female equivalents ... or not <g>) that I have to ask
myself a lot when making decisions regarding the many irritations of life.
Erring on the side of the "high road" is much harder to do sometimes, but
it is usually worth trying first. Second is a "whole 'nother" ballgame.<g>
Elaine, too
Shaun aRe
Shoot first, ask questions after running.
Shaun aRe
Shaun aRe
> In article <ipeeq11sq50rkot7b...@4ax.com>,
> sf <see_reply_address_at_gmail_dot_com> wrote:
>
>> On Mon, 19 Dec 2005 12:13:23 -0600, OmManiPadmeOmelet
>> <Ome...@brokenegz.com> wrote:
>>
>> >I did like the idea tho' of letting HER know.
>> >
>> >Discreetly drop a note on the table that her "fuck me" perfume that she
>> >drowned herself in has spoiled your dinner...
>> >
>> >And don't mince words. Crass women like that deserve it!
>> >--
>> >Om.
>>
>> That is wrong and rude. Ask the waitstaff to move you, if your nose
>> is *that* sensitive and stay away from restaurants where seating is so
>> close.
>>
>> The main reason it happens is due to what's called Olfactory Fatigue:
>> After a short exposure to some strong odors, olfactory fatigue may
>> occur so a person is no longer able to smell the odor. When olfactory
>> fatigue happens, a woman may dab on more perfume or a man may slap on
>> more cheap cologne. I know it's awful for those whose noses are being
>> assulted, but being rude isn't the way to address the situation.
>>
>>
>
> I'm sorry, but I am constantly subjected to this kind of thing at work
> so I've developed a low level of patience with it.
>
> No, I'm not rude to my co-workers but I really do think you are doing
> the person a favor by informing them of their misbehavior.
>
> Granted, you don't have to be rude in doing so, there are ways and there
> are ways to tell people, but they really should be informed.
>
> Kinda like letting a guy know his fly is open in public. ;-)
Oh! Oh! Oh! - I KNOW this one! You flick his bell end!!!
Shaun aRe - Me smart like monkey!
Shaun aRe
"Melba's Jammin'" <barbs....@earthfink.net.invalid> wrote in message
news:barbs.challer-ED1...@individual.net...
> In article <iqleq154pf2grjrsl...@4ax.com>,
> The Ranger <cuhula...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>> On Mon, 19 Dec 2005 17:33:44 -0600, Elaine Parrish
>> <e...@ebicom.net> replied:
>> [snip Fifi La Phew escapade]
>> >Do you want to be a gentleman, rascal, blackguard, or bastard?
>>
>> Both my parents were married, so the last isn't can't be an
>> option.
>
> Were they married to each other? "-)
LOL! Thanks ',;~}~
Shaun aRe
OmManiPadmeOmelet
"Shaun aRe" <shaun_areaALL_SU...@beatsnheat.plus.com>
wrote:
Trouble is, you'd like it ;-)
Damsel in dis Dress
wrote:
> In college the femmes fatales wore Shalimar
Now, THAT stuff fills a room! Thank goodness I like it, because
people tend to refresh their fragrances in small rest rooms. I'd
never wear it, though, because that *is* air pollution.
Carol
Dee Randall
"Damsel in dis Dress" <damsel...@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:cvtgq1l8uk9r8gkdb...@4ax.com...
http://www.harbour.sfu.ca/~hayward/van/glossary/shalimar.html
Shalimar is a classic perfume from Guerlain, that was popular, although very
exotic, in the 50's. According to one reference, it "was inspired by the
timeless love story of an Indian Emperor who designed the Shalimar gardens
for the wife he adored. [...] The hint of musk from exotic spices such as
amber and vanilla were considered too overtly sensual for refined women at
first."
http://store.nordstrom.com/category/cat_medium.asp?category=2377897~2377899~2383884&origin=leftnav
Maybe this is the Shalimar version for men? It's named Guerlain, but I
don't know.
Shalimar is the only perfume I really liked. (Joy was the perfume of choice
of highschool girls in the late 40's where I was raised.)
Femme fatale from the early 50's.
Dee Dee
Shaun aRe
Only if it was a gentle, caressing flick with the end of a nice feather.
Shaun aRe - Not a full-force flick with a strong finger and hard finger
nail - gawds...
Shaun aRe
"OmManiPadmeOmelet" <Ome...@brokenegz.com> wrote
> <lol> For many moons I wore my own home mix of Patchouli and Bayberry.
> Had a couple of co-workers that could not handle it.
I have a bottle of Channel Egoist that Kath bought for me (I'd liked the
Egoist Platinum in the past, light, zesty/zingy scent), she heard but
couldn't find it so got me this one - I like it but don't wear it often.
What I do wear fairly often Kath also bought me, recently - it came from
Body Shop - a Barefoot Doctor scent and it is absolutely gorgeous,
delicious! If I'm just feeling fed up, a bit blue, I'll put a couple of
squirts on the top of my chest and the scent soon cheers me right up. It's
not overpowering either, and even if you put a lot on initially, it mellows
within a few minutes and stays that way. First time I used it Taryn came
into the room and her eyes started rolling back in her head I swear, and she
said 'Wow, what's that smell? It's gorgeous, I want some!' - really is nice.
I just did a search but cannot find the one I have - it's in a long, slender
glass tube-bottle, silver/grey metal cap and pump spray, comes in a long
slim little box with the BD logo on it.
Hmmmm....
Shaun aRe - It's EDIBLE I tell ya...
Nancy Young
That's what worried me, I think maybe my perfume would get around,
too. Opium. I also wore a mens cologne on occasion, that wasn't
as strong. Named something that made me think of tweed.
nancy
Denny Wheeler
<see_reply_address_at_gmail_dot_com> wrote:
>On Mon, 19 Dec 2005 12:13:23 -0600, OmManiPadmeOmelet
><Ome...@brokenegz.com> wrote:
>
>>I did like the idea tho' of letting HER know.
>>
>>Discreetly drop a note on the table that her "fuck me" perfume that she
>>drowned herself in has spoiled your dinner...
>>
>>And don't mince words. Crass women like that deserve it!
>>--
>>Om.
>
>That is wrong and rude. Ask the waitstaff to move you, if your nose
>is *that* sensitive and stay away from restaurants where seating is so
>close.
Dousing oneself with scent--whether elcheapo junk or boutique muchbux
the ounce stuff--and then going among others is also wrong and rude.
*Many* people have olfactory sensitivities. Doesn't require a highly
sensitive nose to have the described kind of reaction--mine is
occasionally overwhelmed, and I'm an ex longtime smoker whose sense of
smell will never be what it would have been.
>I know it's awful for those whose noses are being
>assulted, but being rude isn't the way to address the situation.
Why not answer rude with rude?
--
-denny-
"Do your thoughts call ahead or do they just arrive at your mouth unannounced?"
"It's come as you are, baby."
-over the hedge
Damsel in dis Dress
<qwe...@monmouth.com> wrote:
> That's what worried me, I think maybe my perfume would get around,
> too. Opium. I also wore a mens cologne on occasion, that wasn't
> as strong. Named something that made me think of tweed.
English Leather?
Carol
Shaun aRe
> In article <11qeupg...@corp.supernews.com>,
> "Dee Randall" <deed...@shentel.net> wrote:
>
> > When I lived in Marin County and drove into SF, before the Larkspur
Ferry
> > went into operation, one week I decided to take a bus into town that
week.
> > I almost fainted about 1 minute into the ride from the perfume. In
fact,
> > I'm making myself sick just thinking about it. Back to the freeway I
went,
> > in bumper to bumper traffic which was one heckuva lot better than the
> > perfume. It was the year that one particular perfume was so popular and
it
> > smelled to me EXACTLY like bug spray; everyone was wearing it. To this
day,
> > I really think it was.
> > Dee Dee
>
> I think it was called "Poison".
Oh, you mean "Poisson"! Often used to cover up the stench of rotting fish.
Works a treat.
Shaun aRe
Nancy Young
Drove me nuts, I finally had to look it up, Carol ... Devin.
Whew. I can sleep now. (smile)
nancy