Jul 11, 2017
I have never found a polite way to tell a lady that her perfume was killing me. I kept retreating from this lady today at our guild meeting, and after I finally had to use my inhaler, she continued to try to engage me in small talk, saying: "It must be my perfume, I'm sorry. I'll go wash it off." My dear, I don't need you to "go wash", but if you could please, please stop chasing me around the room to talk to me, it'd be really great. And this is one of the reasons I've started avoiding my quilt guild.