Hub and I go into a shop in town. Rather quiet in there. Only a couple of clerks -- one behind the till, another washing the floor with a mop.
A smell permeates the air. A floral, lemony, breezy, freshy smell with a kind of soapy tang. It tingles our noses. Maybe we unconsciously screw up our faces a bit.
With a sniffle, the clerk says, "I know. I know. Too much 'clean stink' in here for anyone!"
I pay for a few purchases and Hub and I go the the vehicle. I toss my shopping bag on the console.
"What did you buy?" Hub asks
"Warm mitts and gloves," I reply.
"Oh for cryin' out loud," Hub says. "That wasn't necessary. There is a box of gloves and mitts in the basement."
"I know. But for so many of them one is missing and those blue gloves I've been wearing? Those stupid thinngs are both for the same hand. That's why I bought new ones."
"Don't you know how to fix that?" Hub asks.
"Well, yeh, I guess. I can wear them anyway. Up to now that's what I've been doing but I find it annoying and uncomfortable to wear two gloves for the same hand."
Hub laughs. "Don't you know if you turn one inside-out, it will fit the other hand?"
I sniff. Maybe unconsciously wrinkle my nose a bit.
"Too much 'smart stink' in this vehicle for me!
So with a slightly different take that obliquely parallels what my mother used to say after a lovely meal...
That was stink enough to leave me sufficiently suffonsifized to the point where anymore would be superfluous.