Unfiltered Story #202124

I work behind the front desk at a certain paint and sip franchise.

Last week, I was sitting behind the desk, as usual, with my business partner sitting at the table across the room. A woman walks in, with one of our flyers in hand, and looks like she’s going to ask my partner some questions about how our classes work. So far, so good.

But as soon as she steps inside, she moans, gasping for air, and says: “PINE SOL? Does it always smell like… *wheezing* Pine Sol in here?”

We are about to respond, when she does an about face and limps out.

(We mop the floor several times a week to keep things sanitary)