Dear Annie: The scent of honesty

Dear Annie: The scent of honesty

Dear Annie: I used to really enjoy my job. Then came my new cubicle mate. She is perfectly nice, friendly, polite, even funny, but she also has a powerful body odor. Our desks are only five feet apart, which means I spend eight hours a day marinating in her scent cloud. By mid-morning, my stomach is churning, and by quitting time, I feel like I should toss my clothes straight into a bonfire.