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We did a big show yesterday (different write up) that involved a stage act where I had to give out treasure to the audience. Originally I had thought to give out plastic coins. But, with the economy in the state it’s in there appears to be a run on them and they’re very expensive.

So, I said “Let’s go into that craft store. I’m sure they have fake gems for gluing onto things.”
They did. For a better price then plastic coins.
But, they also had a large scented candle section.

I am allergic to almost everything that is scented along with most flowers and fur. So, walking through that store was like having a big C clamp put on my head. The longer I was there, the tighter the clamp.
I got out as soon as I could.

“They went overboard with those candles,” my wife said as I was taking deep breaths in the parking lot. “But, at least it smelled nice.”
“Not to me,” I said.
“You didn’t like the smell of the apples and cinnamon?” she asked.
“To me, it smelled like pain,” I said. “I couldn’t tell you what scent they were going for, only that it hurt.”
My wife found that pretty funny. I guess she thinks it should be some sort of commercial product.
“Now, from Calvin Klieg, the scent of pain,” she said.

So, I’ve started saying “My wife laughs at the scent of pain”. That seems more like a book title to me...