Me: "Do you have anything you can dip into the bottle, like a Q-tip?"
Worker: "No, I don't have anything. Here, I will dip my finger in the bottle!"
Me: "When I woke up this morning I did not think I was going to get the opportunity to smell anyone's finger today. Is there any way I can avoid smelling your finger?"
Worker: (smiling) "How about if I wash my hands?"
Me: (laughing) "OK, go ahead."
The worker went to the back for a moment, then returned holding her hands up and said, "All clean!" She walked over to the display, picked up the bottle, removed the cap, and stuck her index finger into the bottle of scented oil. She began wiggling her finger around and kind of shaking the bottle. I said, "Do I need to shake the oil before using it?" She said, "Um, no, it's just, I kind of, ouch! My finger is stuck!" I couldn't believe it! She began pulling harder and harder on the bottle and gasping in pain. I asked, "Are you OK? Does it burn?" She said, "No, I just can't get my finger out!" I kept a safe distance because I know once oil gets into your clothes, there is slim to no change of ever getting it out. Finally, her phalange was free! After a big sigh of relief she began waving her tortured finger in front of my nose and said, "Here, how does this smell?" It was distracting to try to smell her finger while it quickly flailed about directly in front of my face. In order to take a good smell, I had to hold her hand still. Of course, as I stood there holding her hand and smelling her finger, a gentleman walked by. The sight of us stopped him in his tracks. For a brief moment the three of us stood there looking at each other. I said to the gentleman, "Originally she asked me to pull it, but I thought that would be just silly." They both laughed. Eventually the aroma of the oil came through and smelled pretty good. Ultimately, I bought the scent. Deep down, I thought it would be kind of funny if after all of her time and effort I said, "Nah, smells to much like hand."