A very interesting turn of events.

I spilled coffee on my shirt and I spent a good 2-3 hours smelling like spoiled latte. Obviously I did everything to remove the smell; I sprayed whatever good-smelling liquid I had in my bag, but I was attending a workshop, so I didn’t have any perfume or mist with me.

Anyway, I left the event and reached the office — still smelling like I bathed in bad coffee — and thankfully, I have a body mist in my office drawer. The story doesn’t end there though.

I sprayed too much mist, so now I’m getting a really bad headache because of the strong smell, lmao.

And now the bizarre twist — you know how in perfume stores they have those small boxes of coffee beans? Coffee beans do help with resetting your sense of smell, not literally but it does help!

So anyway I ran to the kitchen and sniffed the frick out of whatever coffee powder we have in the office.

I don’t know why I had to write a novel out of this funny situation. I just found it bizarre and honestly I have way too much time right now, lol.

But you get my point, right? I hated the smell of coffee so I used a body mist. And then I hated the smell of the body mist so I had to use coffee again.. what a bizarre world we live in.

The end, lol.