I Smell Pretty

I worked night shift the other night and had a line of people. I rang up one guy for beer and he turned around and left after his transaction was done.

The next guy in line walked up and looked at me.

"God, you smell really good. What is that?"

"What?" I said, not sure what he was talking about.

"Your perfume. You smell great! I've never smelled that kind before," he said nicely.

I sniffed the air. I smelled it too. And it smelled nice. But it wasn't me.

"Umm, that's not me. That was the guy that was just in front of you that I rang up."

"What?" he said, disbelieving. "No, that's perfume. No guy would be wearing that."

"Well he was," I said with a smile on my face. "It sure isn't me. I'm not even sure I put deodorant on before I came to work."

His face turned beet red. "Are you sure? So I just said a guy smelled nice?"

"Yep. You just told me a guy smelled great."

He started stammering. "Well, a guy shouldn't be wearing perfume, that's just weird. What's wrong with people? And now I just said a guy smelled nice."

He went on, but I just smiled the whole time he was at my register, which made him get even more embarrassed.

He finally walked out with his face still red.

Guys can smell pretty too, right?