Sniffing Around

I was walking down the hall past a row of cubes where some new employees are working, and something smelled so good it stopped me in my tracks.

One of the new girls, her perfume … OMG.

On my way back it happened again. So I actually went down the row, sniffing like a dog, and there’s this cute dark haired French-Canadian girl sitting there.

I said, wow, I love your perfume.

She laughed. “I’m not wearing perfume.”

“Oh?” I looked around, feeling foolish.

She reached out and touched me and said, “It’s my candle.” She’s burning a scented candle.

I laughed and said, “Wow, that should be a perfume. But then again, maybe not, because if you put it on you’ll have a hoard of men following you everywhere.”

So we joked for a few minutes about coming up with a name for it, and finally settled on: “Stalker Bait.”