Salesman walked into the room yesterday with his typical distracted look on his face holding a crumpled dollar bill as he ambled along.
Next thing I know…from behind the couch I hear a long sniffing noise, then:
Salesman: “Ahhhh, nothing like the smell of a one dollar bill!”
Me: “Um, Oook. So you can somehow distinguish the smell of a $1 bill?”
Salesman: “Yup!”
Me: “Does it smell different than…say…a $20 bill? I mean can you smell the difference?”
Salesman: “Oh Yeah!”
Me (looking across the room with eyebrows raised at amused hubby): “Okey dokey then ……”
I mean really, what else can you say to that? There’s a reason he’s called Salesman around here (and only recently moved from “Donald Trump” to Salesman LOL).