Like many a long-term DC resident, I have obnoxious seasonal allergies. I try hard not to whine all the time about it, but occasionally I succumb to some self-pity, like today when I went for a spot of lunchtime shopping to escape Dreary Day Syndrome.
Once upon a time, cosmetics salespeople sprayed you without warning as you wandered the aisles, momentarily blinded. You ended up leaving the department store smelling like the Botanical Gardens on Speed, and sneezing your head off as well. Then came Perfume Correctness, where they only delicately waved the little scent slips at you. Ah, what a genteel time, but apparently that epoch has ended….
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Entering Hecht’s (on the Shoe Side) I was hit by the smog of scent, causing a fit of sneezing. As I raced for the elevators I passed a gauntlet of four saleswomen waving full-sized perfume bottles, brightly asking me if I wanted a spray. Unluckily, many women had said yes before me, for the air was so thick it was like going over the top into an attack of mustard gas. By the time I reached the second floor, watering eyes and running nose, I could barely muster the stamina to try on the required thirty pairs of jeans in a desperate attempt to find the one perfect pair (fellow ladies of the hourglass figure, you know what I mean – there should be a special place reserved in hell for jeans manufacturers!). I rocked back and forth in the dressing room like a Rhesus monkey in anticipation of my fragrant yet deadly exit.
It was a shopping disaster.
But there appears to be a great pre-season shoe sale, if you can make it past the gauntlet!
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