I love listening to Eva Walker on the radio, but if I had this woman as a co-worker, I'd be submitting anonymous HR complaints. There's a reason I keep two cans of Febreze at my desk. (I keep two rather than one simply because I can't make up my mind which scent I prefer.)

Well, at least Hendrix's experience of being raised by a flatulent mother will be grist for her future tell-all memoir.