Ongoing pet peeves, part N of X

[serinde]

Today's peeve is: people who load on the perfume/hairspray/stinky stuff so that when they exit the elevator and you enter it, you are trapped in a small room of over-sweet fug until you reach your floor.

Jesus H. Christ, people, you're supposed to be enhancing your own scent, not blowing out the noses of the hounds tracking you.