You know how sometimes you sleep in during a workday?
And you know how, being rushed, you just grab whatever clothes are on the ground?
And you know how, still rushed, you believe that said clothes are relatively clean and odorless?
And that you forgot that that tee you’re wearing was last worn climbing, meaning that it also has the smell of fear in the fabric?
And you know how coworkers start commenting on a strange smell about 5 metres away from your desk?
And you’re wondering whether you’re the cause?
Or, hopefully, that you might have put on too much patchouli?
No? Okay, then it’s just me.
Sure am glad there’s an Equipeur next door that sells cheap T-shirts.