Monday, September 21st, 2009
Hint: Like Freshly-Baked Cookies and French Vanilla Candles
customer, upon entering the store: “Every time I come in here, it always smells so good.” coworker to me, under his breath: “Because I just farted.” me, giggling: “Like an angel.” coworker, now also giggling: “Well, I ate potpourri for dinner last night.” me, barely contained and making a little snorting noise: “Yeah, *angel* potpourri.” [...]


