Having some time inbetween meetings, I figured that I would get some work done at the library. To my delight, the library contained several study cubes, which were fully enclosed little rooms with doors and everything. I just needed to wait and pounce on a cube, when it became available.

Strategically, I found a comfortable chair and plopped down with my trusty laptop. Then I waited. One eye on the cubes. One eye on my laptop.

A half hour or so later, I saw a young man gather up his belongings and exit a cube. I pounced.

Proud of my catch, I entered the cube and turned on the lights. Suddenly, I was greeted not only by the desired silence of the cube’s interior, but also by a smell, the unforgettably powerful smell of Axe body spray. The previous dude had Axed up the cube.

Steeling myself, I opened my laptop to find my computer’s connection disabled. It appeared as if the Axe coupled with the cube’s glass walls had the power to break the Internet. It was time for me to go.

Exiting the cube in the hopes of returning to my comfy chair, I passed a woman heading toward the empty cube. She asked if it was open. Still trying to regain my sense of smell, I indicated that it was, but that the connectivity within the glass torture chamber was less than optimal.

Resting again in my comfy chair, I took a deep breath and returned to work. The woman that now occupied the cube probably thought that I bathe in Axe.

Yes, sometimes there are winners. Sometimes there are losers. Often times it is hard to tell er smell the difference.