i...can't...breathe...

This afternoon I was sitting at the table eating my lunch and talking to the maintenance guy when a guy that lives here at the shelter walked in and sat down at the table. I started to gag on my sandwich because he was wearing so much cheap cologne. It was disgusting. I threw what was left of my sandwich away and started packing up the rest of my stuff when the maintenance guy asked the other guy what was on his neck. He said he cut himself shaving. Then the maintenance guy said, "no. That looks like a lip shaped something." I looked and sure enough, he had a big ol' hickey on his neck. Between the cheap cologne and the hickey I vomited right there. No, not really. But I wanted to. He left an hour ago and I can still smell the nasty cologne. Yuck.