cologne fragranceIt was a normal weekday afternoon. I had gotten some good work done in the home office and took a break from staring at the computer screen by jogging in our apartment complex’s gym. Every time I go here, three things come with me: keys, a phone and MP3 player. About twenty minutes into sweating it out on the treadmill, my phone vibrates with a text that says, “Where are you.” Thinking for a second, I realize I was supposed to meet a friend at this moment at an apartment complex down the street we want to move into when both our leases are up.

With no time to shower, I text, “On my way.” I ran into my place grabbed a hat, threw on some jeans and a new shirt and to cover the BO sprayed cologne fragrance. It was the best I could do. The cologne fragrance on the car ride over seemed to be doing its job. When I got there, we went in and did the whole tour. While leaving my buddy asked why I reeked of sweat and cologne fragrance. I told him I’d been working really hard.