With time you'll laugh

Time heals all wounds.  Or wounds all heels.  You know you're really healing when you can find the humor.  When you can laugh you know you have some scar tissue.
I was purchasing a car shortly after my ex left.  Extremely sympathetic Armenian salesman at Carmax in Burbank.  He had an odd emblem on his necklace and when I asked him about it he said it represented the three facets of Zoroastrianism.  He seemed shocked that I had heard of it so we bonded over obscure religions.
As I was telling him my sob story of why I was purchasing a vehicle he listened attentively with great empathy.  He leaned forward and said, "You know what is the first thing you have to do?"  "What?"  I replied with anticipation.  Here it comes--an attorney referral, sage financial advice, a job referral.  "First", he said, "you have to change your perfume".