Smell My Perfume

I thought I'd kick off this little endevaour with a random tale of the shit I have to put up with at work. This past week a nice looking lady with her two kids comes up to me to get her Layby. I put her through, grab the parcel etc and everything is fine. Right up until the lady should be leaving...

Lady: Thanks for that, one last thing, do you like my perfume?

Drew: .......um what??

Lady: My perfume do you like the smell of it?

Drew: ahh yeah I guess so I can't really smell it.

*lady sniffs her wrist then holds it out for me*

Lady: I'm not trying to hit on you or anything, but would you mind having a sniff.

Drew: .....

*Drew sniffs the random ladies wrist*

Drew: Yeah it's pretty good I think (it smelled like deoderant wtf!?!)

Lady: Ah excellent....well thanks very much have a good day.

I put up with this shit every single day while you faggots (minus Danny) are off raping rocks or other countries. Still it makes for a good story.