You know the one, where black, white or beige clad bored, underpaid women spray you uncerimoniously with some ghastly smelling stuff and say in a forced saccrine voice "Would you like to try our new fragrance?". You know the place, you know it sucks. But, hell - it's a short cut.
So there I was, minding my own business, when I see these people at a purfume stand. The first thing I notice is that they are wearing bright purple t-shirts, which is odd enough. But more oddly, the people handing out the purfume were young, thin, attractive MEN! Boys, really. Tall and dark haired and clean shaven. Well dressed. If I wasn't so weirded out, I would have stopped to check them out (a sure sign that they were probably gay).
I mean, really. Men selling purfume. What the fuck.
In other news, I have stained and photographed my mouse jaws (finally). Just to give you an idea of what this entails, the three back teeth of a mouse's top jaw are on average a total of 3.5 millimeters long. I measure the bone loss in the jaw which support those 3.5 mm worth of teeth. My eyes hurt.