How Do Women Do This?

Jackie came into the office with a small packet and said, "Did you send for this?"

"What is it?"

"Men's' deodorant. A free sample that came in the mail."

"Do I look like a man who would send for a free sample of deodorant?"

"It's got your name on it."

"They probably sent one to every man in the country. Gimme it."

I opened it up and took a sniff. "Whee-ough."

Jackie examined the box. "It says seven out of ten men prefer it to Old Spice."

"Well I'm part of the ninety-nine percent that hate 'em both."

"It's free so you should use it."

"What, you want me to smell like I just stepped out of a Parisian cathouse?"

"I don't know how a man smells at a time like that. Apparently you do."

"I do not. It's just an expression."

"But you were in Paris, weren't you?"

"I was in Paris on August 25, 1944, the day it was liberated, but I didn't see any women."

"Oh, really? I've seen pictures of that day. Women were everywhere. They were climbing all over GIs, kissing and hugging them, things like that."

"That was when guys came along later. We were being shot at. Once in a while, anyway."

"So you didn't see any women?"

"I saw one woman. She was wearing a white medical coat. Somebody got shot so she came running out of a pharmacy to help."

"So that was it. Out of the entire population of Paris, you saw one woman."

"I wasn't counting, you know."

"No, I'll bet you weren't. Too busy, huh?"

"Dammit, I was trying not to get shot."

She began walking away. "If you say so. Don't forget to use the free sample you sent for."

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