Oct 14, 2006 10:58
So, I'm working at the bookstore and this woman is buying a book on the civil war in guatemala. As she's writing her check, she says, "oommm, something smells cinnamon-y." I went through what the source of the smell could be. Most likely it was from Bageland next door, but then I realized that I had put cinnamon in my coffee and I was standing there, ringing her up with my mouth hanging open, probably practicing the attractive artform knows as mouth breathing.
I think she was just pointing out that she smelled something 'cinnamon-y,' but I'm still wondering if she was pointing out my mouth breathing.