It doesn’t smell “a bit.” It pervades a space. You can’t smell someone’s coffee, or their caramel macchiato, or their OJ, unless you stick your face in their cup. But if someone comes into an office with a pumpkin spice, you know it because it stinks up there entire room.
It wouldn’t be so bad, by itself. What makes it aggregious is that stores start pumping out the pumpkin spice scent around October; it’s everywhere. It’s inescapable. It’s like a crowded Austrian bar in the 1980’s, where there’s a literal cloud ceiling of cigarette snake at a meter high and an impenetrable haze that limits visibility to 2 meters. Candles. Infusers and incense.
“Smell a bit.” That’s like calling a nuclear holocaust “a little fire.”
Maybe they do it differently where you are? Or maybe you’re just desperate to justify your hate because actually you hate it because you hate the people who enjoy it not the thing itself?
Oh, no. I hate Pumpkin Spice. Pumpkin Pie at Thanksgiving is my bane. It’s probably why I hate Pumpkin Spice. I could live with the stink it for a couple of days, but after StarFucks came out with Pumpkin Spice, it started getting everywhere starting October and running through Christmas.
And it really does smell more strongly than other things. It’s invasive.
How about you having to work next to someone who slathers himself in surstromming every morning for three months, and then come tell me how OK it is for people to invade your space with “a little smell.”
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TIL people love their Pumpkin Spice.
It doesn’t smell “a bit.” It pervades a space. You can’t smell someone’s coffee, or their caramel macchiato, or their OJ, unless you stick your face in their cup. But if someone comes into an office with a pumpkin spice, you know it because it stinks up there entire room.
It wouldn’t be so bad, by itself. What makes it aggregious is that stores start pumping out the pumpkin spice scent around October; it’s everywhere. It’s inescapable. It’s like a crowded Austrian bar in the 1980’s, where there’s a literal cloud ceiling of cigarette snake at a meter high and an impenetrable haze that limits visibility to 2 meters. Candles. Infusers and incense.
“Smell a bit.” That’s like calling a nuclear holocaust “a little fire.”
Maybe they do it differently where you are? Or maybe you’re just desperate to justify your hate because actually you hate it because you hate the people who enjoy it not the thing itself?
Oh, no. I hate Pumpkin Spice. Pumpkin Pie at Thanksgiving is my bane. It’s probably why I hate Pumpkin Spice. I could live with the stink it for a couple of days, but after StarFucks came out with Pumpkin Spice, it started getting everywhere starting October and running through Christmas.
And it really does smell more strongly than other things. It’s invasive.
How about you having to work next to someone who slathers himself in surstromming every morning for three months, and then come tell me how OK it is for people to invade your space with “a little smell.”