Fun with Smells

Lately there has been a horrendous smell in our building, but no one seemed to know what it was. This morning I walked from the parking garage elevator to the building elevators this morning with some really nice lady from another floor and we were talking about the smell that had been in the building the day before. When we got to the elevators to go up to our floors, it seemed 100 times worse and I started gagging. Talk about embarrassing. I had my face covered with my hands, but you could still tell what I was up to. She was super nice about it and once we got on the elevator and I could breathe again, she said “you’re expecting, aren’t you? I recognize that look!” I must have been a sight to see and I was probably green. I always imagined that the first time that a stranger would say something about me being pregnant would be because I was showing and had a cute baby belly…not because they were afraid I was about to barf all over them.

As it turns out, someone decided that it would be a good idea to polish all of the brass in the bank, which is located on the first and second floors of our building. Luckily, I work on the 12th floor, so I only have to smell it when I'm coming or going, but that's bad enough. Hopefully by the end of the week that smell will be gone. It never occurred to me before now that smells could ever in a million years affect me this way!