Today is smoke-free day 225, and I smell shower fresh.
Tom and I were at the Target last night (and I actually walked out empty handed, even past the $1 section - wow, I deserve a treat, seriously), and I noticed that the regular and ordinary guy walking past us over by the DVDs was a smoker because I could smell it on him, even if it was pretty faint. Ever since my super sniffer gift really kicked in not long after Chantix had its way with me and then just got stronger, I've amazed myself with my ability to ferret out all the smokers encountered during shopping trips and other outings (yes, shopping is an outing - we don't get out much). Send me your teenagers, and I'll tell you what they are doing after school (OK, maybe just whether they have been smoking).
Knowing that the smell of a smoker is strongest to those who used to smoke, once we were not in earshot, I whispered to Tom, as some kind of gossipy public service announcement, I guess, that I could tell the guy was a smoker, to which my sweetheart replied something a little nicer than "um, duh" but without the snark because he is nice to me. Turns out I was wrong about this whole idea of ex-smokers having super abilities not possessed by the rest of the general population.
This all means that a lot of people, probably even most people, could smell me from a distance. Much of my life is uncertain right now, but I am sure for definite that I'd prefer not to be smelled from a distance. That's just me.
Do we really have to do Monday this week?