Apparently it is. At least, in my neck of the woods.
The real problem, especially in winter, is ventilation. It's just too cold to open a window, but if I'm gagging too hard to be polite, what else can I do? And then I say something ridiculous, like, "Hot flashes!" even though I know you know I'm not quite to the hot flashes stage yet, and then I feel guilty for hours, because I didn't want to sweat-shame you. I just didn't know what else to do.
I try to time my workouts so that I can shower after. Just, always. I would never, ever subject someone else to my post-workout hair, for one thing, and although I don't sweat very much (it's kind of weird), I am sure I don't smell like unicorns and rainbows.
But within the past four days, I have already had two people show up for appointments fresh from the gym, only not-so-fresh.
Did I miss yet another memo? Is this okay now?
I don't know if I want to live in a world where people don't shower and then bring their aromas into my space. I just don't know, man. That is definitely NOT the Christmas spirit.
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