Last week at the dentist, the assistant put the lead (?) blanket over my chest for the X-rays, and I smelled the most delicious smell. I immediately assumed it was some strawberry gum-numbing agent drooled on the blanket by the precious user. I didn’t care, I just sniffed it.
And then it smelled so good, and I got so relaxed, that I began to suspect the dentist was piping drugs in through the air vents as an experiment, and I made a note to ask him.
It was nothing so exciting. The assistant had binged on a Michael Kors summertime scent. (Though, she said she always tries to keep it off her wrists so it doesn’t get in patient’s faces.) Sadly, I don’t recall which one. I wouldn’t be allowed to use it, because Gary’s nose is so sensitive.
More on that tomorrow.