Things never seem to change

We went to Walmart yesterday, to make the monthly trek for things that we can't find in other stores. As usual, the fragrancefest started as soon as we opened the doors to exit the vehicle. Between people and their auto air fresheners, we knew it was going to be a long trip.
It was.
It seemed like everyone applied an extra dose of scent because of the heat. There was something new in every aisle, both personal aroma clouds and perfume trails. Sigh.
We came home and used the nebulizers and dosed up on cough syrup, and took it easy for the rest of the day. Today, I feel hungover, with a pounding headache from all that stuff, and a chest full of crud.
Again I ask, why is American culture so hung up on fragrances?