The clerk smiled as she saw the same nut pick up a personal size grocery basket and head down aisle two

She smiled because periodically this guy would return with a basket full of glade lock and hold room freshener and deodorizer

It's a deodorizer that works on the same principle as a bug bomb

Simply push down on the button and it fills the room with a scented fog

The man would buy only about five or six cans at a time

He'd been coming in for about five weeks now

Sometimes he would come in twice a week

He seemed like a normal guy

He was kind of balding in his mid thirties wearing a black leather jacket

And he was always so damn dusty something soft about his features

It looked like it was makeup but it was just dust

He paid with a twenty and said thank you and left 


When the man returned home he took the glade from the worthless little plastic sack

He placed one on the rug, one on the end table, one on the window sill, one under the tv, and one on the air conditioner

This might seem unusual except for the fact that his entire apartment was just filled with them

Every room on every surface

He figured he had about sixty of them in all--each one's nozzle poised at the ready

He sighed and opened a beer

He started to push down the lock and hold buttons on the canisters

Slowly filling the room, working his way from the dining room into the den

Each room filling with a multiscented fog

Desert bloom, evergreen, misty rose, fresh lemon, regular and unscented, pot porrouri, wild oak, petulia, ocean mist,

Musk, hazel wood, irish nights, sandal wood, rain forest, country kitchen, natural prevention?, orange blossom, indian summer, and holiday candle

Calmly he sat on the couch, spilt his beer, and closed his eyes