Last week I came back to my apartment building. There were about ten kids, about ten-years-old to twelve, all bouncing off the walls in the entryway and making lots of noise while they fussed with the intercom system before the security doors. Usually when there are kids flipping out like that around the building you just tell them to get out and get lost, but surely anticipating this, one of them turned to me and said "we're here to pick up our friend Alex." Alex is my neighbor who's their age, so I knew they were cool and I was just going to have to wait for them to figure out the intercom box before I could use my security card to get the doors open.
Then I saw the problem was they had Alex's apartment number wrong, "No, Alex lives in 205, not 204!" I said, so they hit the right buttons and Alex's mom answered finally. Then one of the kids turned to me, put on a very serious face, made solid eye contact, nodded his head with apparent grown up admiration, and said "you smell really good."
I smiled a big smile back and said a great thanks, and then the whole gang went through the door.
I was wearing Diptyque's Eau de Lierre, and I smiled all the way up to my place.
Then I saw the problem was they had Alex's apartment number wrong, "No, Alex lives in 205, not 204!" I said, so they hit the right buttons and Alex's mom answered finally. Then one of the kids turned to me, put on a very serious face, made solid eye contact, nodded his head with apparent grown up admiration, and said "you smell really good."
I smiled a big smile back and said a great thanks, and then the whole gang went through the door.
I was wearing Diptyque's Eau de Lierre, and I smiled all the way up to my place.









