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Re: Last Signatory Posting: HERETICAL LENGTH!
« Reply #4410 on: December 17, 2016, 11:52:33 pm »
being hotboxed with wood glue and womens perfume as billy joel mingles with the indian music playing over one of the builders phones.

The lady is wearing too much perfume, and it's obvious she is desperately clinging to her youth with too much plastic surgery. She approaches the counter after wafting her reek all over the station and chokes me half to death with the pungent bouquet of the kind of perfume that only the very old, or those wishing to hide some inherent unpleasant smell, spray on themselves. The air around her is thick with it, and it mingles poorly with the dizzying fumes of what smells like rubber cement, but is actually wood glue. Her children (I say "children" they are actually a guy and his young girlfriend being dragged around by the guys mother) stand close enough to her to make me think that they probably can't smell her anymore. Perhaps their olfactory senses have been burned into uselessness by this woman's choice in fragrance. She looks like plastic. The heels of her High-heels are as narrow as pencils and clash horrifyingly with the business suit pants. The pants also clash badly with the terribly revealing shirt and jacket combo that she has clearly purchased to show off her massive silicone implants. She's spent a great deal of time in the tanning booth as well. it's given her skin the look of an orange while the surgery has given her the face of a goblin, or the joker in the classic batman movies. She is upset because the scratch ticket machine is out of order, and so she tries to leave without them and without purchasing anything. I ask her to at least pay for the bottles of wine she is attempting to smuggle out of the store in her purse and she slams them down on the counter in disgust. She finally leaves and takes her funk with her. As she does so, I see her walking across the parking lot of the gas station. One of her heels slips through a grate and breaks. I hope she doesn't come back, my nose can't take much more of that.

Indian music is not unpleasant. It can be very repetitive if you don't understand the words, but otherwise the music is actually decent. It has a unique feel to it.
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