What the Hell?
Driving back from school tonight was an interesting experience. Normally this drive takes about an hour and a half, and is nicely relaxing after a long school day.
Tonight, I was assaulted by no less than 4 different scents while driving. Now please understand, at any one time there are approximately 4 dead animals, 1 trailer-load of nervous chickens and a thin, fine layer of smog hovering over 316. I'm USED to those smells, and all they do is contribute to the background noise. They are almost like friends, telling me I've got another 20 minutes to get home, or that there's a traffic jam up ahead due to the chickens being nervous again.
Tonight, my powerful and precise nose was assaulted by the smell of large animal shit no less than 4 different times during the drive. Each time, I would gag, choke and simultaneously attempt to scream and claw my nose off. That stench had all the subtlety and rampant bouquet of a rinocerous ass. It HURT. Additionally, someone was burning a great deal of meat somewhere around Highway 29. The delicious smell of barbeque wafted over me for all of 30 seconds during my drive. Sort of like having a beautiful woman caress your face after she's kicked you in the balls (and you know there's going to be another kicking). Add those two experiences to the "I've cut the lawn for the first time this summer" smell (I love that smell) and the formidable stink of the tractor-trailer that was ahead of me for most of the drive (God only knows what the hell IT was carrying), and I can only come to one conclusion.
There's a collection of bastards out there that hates my nose, and they're willing to fuck with me until my sense of smell shuts down.
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Tonight, I was assaulted by no less than 4 different scents while driving. Now please understand, at any one time there are approximately 4 dead animals, 1 trailer-load of nervous chickens and a thin, fine layer of smog hovering over 316. I'm USED to those smells, and all they do is contribute to the background noise. They are almost like friends, telling me I've got another 20 minutes to get home, or that there's a traffic jam up ahead due to the chickens being nervous again.
Tonight, my powerful and precise nose was assaulted by the smell of large animal shit no less than 4 different times during the drive. Each time, I would gag, choke and simultaneously attempt to scream and claw my nose off. That stench had all the subtlety and rampant bouquet of a rinocerous ass. It HURT. Additionally, someone was burning a great deal of meat somewhere around Highway 29. The delicious smell of barbeque wafted over me for all of 30 seconds during my drive. Sort of like having a beautiful woman caress your face after she's kicked you in the balls (and you know there's going to be another kicking). Add those two experiences to the "I've cut the lawn for the first time this summer" smell (I love that smell) and the formidable stink of the tractor-trailer that was ahead of me for most of the drive (God only knows what the hell IT was carrying), and I can only come to one conclusion.
There's a collection of bastards out there that hates my nose, and they're willing to fuck with me until my sense of smell shuts down.
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