Feb. 29, 2008 at 5:13pm

two pet peeves- a public service announcement

(tacoma specific? Possibly not.)

Had doctor's appointment.  Feeling decidedly better about the decidedly sucky necessity of changing docs, but had two moments that sat sour in my head for a while.

#1-parking lots, dear people.  Minivans are not "compact."  Nor are Hummers or SUVs, unless the latter is possibly one of those stacked tuna cans (the tC?  Why the heck can't I think of the make of that car?) Driving around a St Joes-area lot, I saw a boatload of "compact" spots sullied by the presence of the behemoth fuel-monsters aforementioned. I was grumpy, sure as shootin'.

#2- Scent. Be aware of scent, dear people. I let go of Grumpy and found Queasy and Headachey as I waited for the elevator, then got in the elevator. Which leads me to this point:  Just because you might not be able to smell your scent anymore, does not mean *we* can't, it just means you've fried your olfactory senses.  And this is a violation of oxygen that knows no class: doused-on expensive perfume is no less offensive than doused-on cheap crap (or body odors gone unchecked.) A wise woman once told me that scent is the ultimate sensual enticement. Used correctly, is has a subtle magic.  The other option: Think Pepe le Peu, baby.

that is all I have, for now.