It was right here! Oh wait. It's in my belly.
The problem with eating a block of stinky french cheese at work is that people don't smell something funky and think, "Mmmm who brought in the Brillat-Savarin?" They just think you smell. But at least they don't bother you as often.
(Full disclosure: I dont really help to dispel this misconception by biking to work 20 miles each way several times a week, and sufficing with one of those "french showers" in the bathroom before I get to my desk. But again, a french shower gets you much more personal space.)
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