Thank you, Candle

I don’t often shop at Bath and Body Works, and I’m not quite sure why on some particular occasion about six months ago I chose to go in-AND buy a candle. I’m not even a candle person, really. I put the candle on my desk at work and have been burning it a few times a week. It perks me up a bit and provides a nice sensory distraction from the grey world I live in nearly forty hours a week. Well, today, that haphazard decision I made saved my life.

Today, someone (No, not just ‘someone’. This is exactly who you’d guess would do this if you had any feel for the dynamics in my workplace.) chose to eat fish for lunch. I’ve been known to bring a tuna sandwich to work for lunch, but never would I have enough audacity to bring a fishy meal that required reheating. That someone who chose to eat fish, chose to reheat it in the microwave, and then chose to walk back to their cubicle to sit and eat it. Not only does the kitchen reek of carp (I’m guess it’s carp because the word ‘carp’ sounds gross and this smell is in no way appealing.), but then the entirety of cube world got to be graced with the wafting aroma as it was carried back to said individual’s personal work space. The meal was consumed, but the scents of carp lingered out amongst us all-and I was sickened.

This afternoon when I couldn’t bear the sensation of gagging on my tongue any longer, I decided to light up my “Moonlight Path” scented candle and let the sweet aroma of said life boat carry me adrift-down a fishless river. I am saved.

Thank you, Candle.