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It's disturbing to be driving away from home on a rainy night and suddenly notice a strange smell in the car that wasn't there a moment ago. It's never good suddenly to smell gasoline, or burning oil, for example.
It's somewhat less usual to suddenly smell oranges, very specifically and distinctly the smell of the sweeter variety of orange as you separate the thick peel from the fruit, and quite rare to do so when there is nobody in the car eating oranges and no one who would or could have been eating oranges; and it is quite inexplicable and rather unnerving for the scent to persist for several miles, thus eliminating the possibility that you've driven by, for example, a roadside orange peddler, which is fairly uncommon anyway on raised highways above riverside wetlands, or perhaps an overturned citrus truck.
But none of these is quite as bewildering as returning to the car from various extradomestic errands and finding, lying on the asphalt just outside the driver side door, a small pile of orange peels.
It's somewhat less usual to suddenly smell oranges, very specifically and distinctly the smell of the sweeter variety of orange as you separate the thick peel from the fruit, and quite rare to do so when there is nobody in the car eating oranges and no one who would or could have been eating oranges; and it is quite inexplicable and rather unnerving for the scent to persist for several miles, thus eliminating the possibility that you've driven by, for example, a roadside orange peddler, which is fairly uncommon anyway on raised highways above riverside wetlands, or perhaps an overturned citrus truck.
But none of these is quite as bewildering as returning to the car from various extradomestic errands and finding, lying on the asphalt just outside the driver side door, a small pile of orange peels.