Why I Smell Like a Cookie

It all started yesterday afternoon, when I was rushing to be on time to meet a friend at a fountain in the city. It wasn't until I left the house that I realized I'd forgotten to put on deodorant. Of course upon realizing that I immediately started sweating at the thought that ... I might start sweating.

Ducking into a drugstore, I quickly grabbed a deodorant off the shelf, already wondering where I could apply it before meeting up with my friend. Only in San Francisco would you actually consider simply ducking down in an empty aisle to do it.

Yeah, I haven't lived here long enough for that. I paid and asked if there was a restroom I could use. There was and I did, arriving at the meeting place exactly on time. One minute later, my friend called saying she was running a bit late, and would be there in fifteen minutes.

About fifteen minutes later my friend called again, saying, "Are there two fountains?" Whoopsie. Luckily the two fountains were only three minutes away from each other. As I hurried over to her fountain, I smelled cookies. I wasn't walking past a bakery. I opened my bag to look at the deodorant I'd bought. Fuck. In my hurry, I'd grabbed the wrong one.

So that's why I smell like a cookie.