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Smells I have really gotten used to the smells here that used to drive me crazy or make me feel sick. In fact, I now feel immune to smells. I can walk be a cart of steaming larvea or scroched dried sqid and not even notice. Just as one starts to get cocky in life, they get knocked down. . . . . . I was in line yesterday at the post office, to mail home some post cards when this is amzing smell hit my nose. It seemed to come from the old lady in front of me. It was a kim chee and garlic gas bomb from that womass intestinal tract. I swear she must have easten only kimm chee and garlic for the last 50 years and now she is giving a little back to society. If you ahve ever smelled kim chee, it sort of smells like my grannys boiled cabbage soup that my mom has banned her from EVER making in the house again. I can only tell you thaqt this post office smell stung my eyes, made them water and burned all the little hairs out of my nostrils. Well, Ive got to tell you, I really wish she would have kept it to herself and not shared it with the rest of us I thought I would pass out, but eventually it passed on and so did she, Thank God, right out the door and when she did, I breathed out a massive sigh of relief! |
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