So I stopped at H.E.B. the other day to pick up a few things and also to get a flu shot and I was standing in line for the shot and I smelled some perfume that was very familiar, though it took a few seconds to remember why and what it was.
White Shoulders. A girl I dated in high school, more than fifty years ago, wore it. I asked the attractive, fiftyish woman who seemed to be wearing it if it was, indeed, WS. She said yes and how did I know. I explained. She laughed.
Said I have a good sense of smell. We all do, I think. It’s hard to find nowadays, she said. Not popular anymore. When did she start using it? In high school. Of course. Good luck finding it, I said. I’ll think of you when I do, she said.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 