Clad in a well-cut dark suit, Burton Geiger, a tall man with distinguished features and a theatrically perfect graying at the temples, strode up the hallway to the entrance alcove outside his office.

His executive secretary rose quickly from her desk, held the door open, and looked inside.  “Mr. McGinty, this is Mr. Geiger, our Senior Vice President for Product Development.”
 
Geiger’s eyes narrowed at the sight of the drably dressed old man seated on his custom-made sofa.  He shot a questioning look at his secretary. 

She glanced away, then looked briefly at McGinty.  As she stepped back out to her desk, her lips showed just the barest trace of a smile.

McGinty' eyes twinkled as he patted the spray dispenser inside the bag.  Five squirts here and there was certainly not too great a price to pay for the opportunity he now had.

“It's awfully considerate of you to see me,” McGinty began, sensing the importance of keeping the other man off balance for a moment.  “I know how busy your schedule must be, so I'I1 be as brief as I can.”

His hand fumbled in a paper bag as he extracted a spray bottle.  With as much flourish as he could muster, he pumped out a small cloud.  “What do you think of it?”
 
The executive at first only stared noncommittally at the mist.  Then he ventured a tentative sniff.

“Well, ah, that's very…unusual, isn't it?”
 
“Mm-hmm…”
 
Burton Geiger groped for a phrase.  “And this is a …personal care product?”

“It makes people nice to you.”

Burton at first showed no reaction.  Then he began to nod solemnly.   Finally he allowed himself to crack a small conspiratorial smile.  “Well, that ought to be just the thing to go with this.”

Rummaging in a comer of the cabinetry behind his desk, he produced an aerosol can marked “BULLSHIT REPELLANT.”  He winked at McGinty.

“My wife gave me this last Christmas.  Said it would shorten my days if I took it to all my meetings.”