This also applies to:
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- People I don't know
- Creepy sales dudes
Dear Women/Men Who Wear Perfume/Cologne to the Gym:
Nothing elevates the challenge of my morning run like not being able to breathe. Last time I checked, you come to the gym to sweat and to work your body. This will require oxygen. We are there to breathe hard, not to breathe your lovely fucking aromas. It might be hard for you to believe this...but there are other people who exist in this world besides you. And we might not like trying to oxygenate through your musks and flowers.
Fucktard.
I know. I snarked excessively. It's Monday.
To you floral delights, I dedicate this track