Superpower!

One of my favourite genre of movies/shows are those that involve superhero's and superpowers. The thought of being able to walk through a wall or drink someone's blood(?) is kind of exciting, right? I've always considered my superpower my sense of smell. There have been countless times that my mom would get me to take a whiff in the fridge to find the rotten item, usually itemS. I've generally considered this a positive ability, especially since I work selling perfume, but today I was reminded of a way in which my power is, to put it bluntly, THE PITS! Today I experienced what I think is probably the closest to a panic attack that I've ever had. Let me start at the beginning....



So Ben and I have a closet-room thingy right inside the front door, we had pretty much filled it up with bottles and yesterday we got a deep freeze so all the bottles had to be taken out. Ben conveniently went golfing today and asked me to take the bottles to Sarcan while he was gone. I agreed because I am a loving wife and quite honestly I had forgotten how awful the experience is.



Anyways, I'm probably making a bigger deal about this than it really is, and honestly I'm not a diva, but the smell in that place is horible! The second I walked in I wanted to walk out... I spent the entire time breathing through my mouth until I could eventually taste the mix of pop, alcohol, saliva, and who knows what else. The cart I grabbed for our bottles was COVERED in the remains from the previous 500 users. As I stood in line, my upper lip started to sweat, I began to feel itchy all over and my breathing became laboured. That was basically the whole experience, I know it sounds silly but it really was terrible... The worst of it all was that I didn't get the $50 that Ben had promised we'd get back, but $13, a bit of a disapointment...



Sooooo, FYI please don't ask me to return your bottles to the Sarcan....