Smell is a pretty strong sense.

There is a man at my work named George. At least I hope that is his name. He is a man who comes to his job possibly wasted every time. You couldn't tell it by the way he talks, since he doesn't really slur his words. But it comes from what he talks about. For example, just irrelevent things and stories pop out of nowhere. George once related about how he gave away most of the items in his house to his kids when we were discussing how customers mess up clothes.

And then the smell. That strong odor of alcohol and colonge to hide it (which may or may not be there depending on his mood) mixing is hardly ignorable. I swear I've seen people walk away wasted just from his fumes.

I just noticed this recently because of my complete ignorance to everything at this work place, since nobody ever said anything about his alcoholism. I had just figured his off handed comments were normal, everyday jabs. I guess it is normal when you are toasted everyday. I helped was helping him with his collar, and the odor arose. He said he couldn't right this morning because he was drunk, and the second those words hit my ears, the smell hit my nose. The man is a bit of a slush.

He puked in the garbage can. If I wasn't such an anti-puking fan, that'd be a great way to skip work.

{Being drunk allows you to read French. No joke.}