While on another excursion of Christmas shopping at the mall, I walked by a little kiosk with what looked like neck pillows and other things of that nature. Of course, the salesperson there noticed me and had me collared into a little demonstration. It turns out that they were aromatherapy belts and whatnot. Stick them in the microwave for a few seconds, and supposedly they provide an hour and a half of relief for everything from arthritis and carpal tunnel syndrome to bipolar disorder and bad sense of humor. Every item he presented was prefaced with the same two words: “Smell this.” One of the things I was told to catch a whiff of was this pouch filled with peppermint and spearmint leaves. It’s supposed to help your allergies and asthma, and boy, that thing really cleared my sinuses.
Naturally, I wasn’t actually interested in buying anything, but it was hard to find a way to gracefully turn the man down and make my escape. That is, until I started getting nauseous. I don’t think the fact that I was taking in such pungent smells while on an empty stomach helped matters. I’m sure the guy probably noticed me going into a cold sweat and my face turning white as a sheet. With that, I headed to a nearby chair to wait out the episode. I bet the guy didn’t expect that sort of reaction to his wares, did he?
Oh yeah, and the Tin Men lost. What a surprise.