I started a new job this past week. With new jobs comes training. Some of it was paperwork but part of the training included a self defense component. Hence the following conversation at Sula’s house.
The Great Unwashed in my bright and cheerful tone- “A giant man put me in a headlock today. And I got out!” The last sentence was said with a certain amount of pride.
Sula– “Did he smell nice?” said in a way that indicated that this was a reasonable follow up question.
The Great Unwashed– “Pardon?”
Sula– “If you are going to put a lady in your armpit, you should make sure there are no odors first.” This was stated in the same haughty manner that one might instruct someone where to put the oyster forks.
I burst out laughing because it never occurred to me to check for scents while my head was sandwiched between a large forearm and sturdy midsection.
So for my readers, if you are planning to attend the Unwashed Head Lock Cotillion you will need to wear deoderant.