Scenes from my commute (BPAL rules).

[cadhla]

[Sitting on the BART train, listening to my iPod. Woman sits down beside me.]

Woman (sniffing the air): Excuse me, but what is that perfume you're wearing? It smells wonderful.

Me (with exhausted deadpan sincerity): Embalming Fluid.

Woman: ...

[At the very next stop, the woman gets up and moves away.]

Comments

[markbernstein]

That *snicker* wasn't very *chortle* nice.

[cadhla]

I was honestly too tired to realize that until she was long gone. Oh, well.

[grey_lady]

It *would* have been kinder if you'd been awake enough to say "white musk, green tea, aloe and lemon" but not nearly as funny. :)

[archangelbeth]

(Beth: Really? Is that one of those b-pal scent things?)

*giggles evilly*

[cadhla]

Not quite as good as the ex-mortician who said it smelled authentic, but...

[archangelbeth]

*falls over giggling with the evil*
Is it really, then? Authentic-smelling? I think of embalming fluid as that stuff dead piglets came in, in dissection lab, but I suppose that can't be right, considering...

[tibicina]

That's formaldehyde. It's icky stuff. I believe we try to avoid using it for humans.

[denorios]

LOL! And this is why I love BPAL.

[cadhla]

The Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab: a little bit of 'WTF?' in every bottle.

[elisem]

I like that almost as much as I like matociquala's "BPAL is trading cards for goth girls!"

[elisem]

BWA! That's great.

I remember a comment from someone that "Men Ringing Bell With Penises" (from the new Shunga collection) would very likely smell great on her husband, but that he probably wouldn't be able to deal with inquiries about the scent in his rather conservative office.

Excuse me; now I have to go figure out which BPAL to put on for the day.

[stevemb]

The most interesting thing I've observed on my commute is "Ability to understand the concept 'stand on the right; walk on the left' ought to be used as a Turing Test".

[notalwaysweak]

If you get it right, you're a computer?