I like P83. Every so often I wear one or two 5 mcg sprays along with my various combos. All good so far. With P83 I’m flirtier, and the men in my life love my extra-minxy attitude. Other women joke around with me and I get lots of smiles reflected back to me.
There’s just one thing. Little old ladies hate me. Under normal circumstances they ignore me or are polite. But twice now while wearing P83, I’ve been harangued by seemingly sweet 70+ little old grannies.
One flipped out on me for being five minutes late to an appointment with someone else (the appt wasn’t even with her!)–going on and on and on. And on. About consideration for others. I agreed with her in principle, but she seemed to need to make her point again and again, heedless of anything I said.
The other lady took great offense at a quip I made to her husband. I can’t remember exactly what I said, but my non-flirting humor with strangers is always PG and fairly PC. We were in line at Walgreens and I had to deal with this irate woman all the way up to the register. “That was not a funny joke! You should be sorry to insinuate such a thing!! That is not something to joke about!!”
At first, people around us were glowering at me like I must have made some sort of obscene or terroristic threat to get her so upset. But after a bit of me using my “dealing with difficult people” appeasement skills, everyone–including the husband–just looked embarrassed.
With both ladies, I finally had to turn away and totally disengage because neither of them was about to stop on her own. So I guess this is a little warning. Next time you’re volunteering at the retirement center or visiting your Great Aunt Esther, might want to skip the P83.
Best,
Kitten