Anhydrous Wit

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Thursday, June 29, 2017

Work Stinks

I couldn't figure out why I was smelling ink so strongly, since I had already put away the pen.  It turns out that the pen had bled onto one of my fingers, so when I rested my chin on my hand, I could smell the ink.  Oh, dear, if I had the finger that close to my nose, then maybe...  Yep.  A quick glance in the mirror showed that I had gotten ink onto my nose.

I thoroughly washed my hands and my nose.  Now, though, I'm going to smell the soap all day, especially since it's a new container of the soap whose scent I don't care for.  Oh, well, I suppose it's better than my coworkers staring at the ink on my nose all day.


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