For the last few days, my work has smelled like syrup. I'd grown used to it, until yesterday, when Tracie noticed the smell of it on me. I couldn't get rid of it. When I came in to work today, several of my friends at work have the same predicament.
We all had theories as to where the syrup smell came from. Some said it's from somewhere else in the building, and it's filtering through the ventilation system, some said it's our boss, who has an obsession with pancakes. Some others think that someone in the company is having an affair with Mrs. Buttersworth.
I myself think that someone is wearing a new syrup-scented cologne to attract fat chicks.