Bizarreness
This morning, when my roommate and I went grocery shopping at the farmer's market, we noticed a smell like something burnt. That seemed a little bizarre. But then it started raining paper, and we thought we had gone insane, or someone was playing a prank last night that had gone awry (I mean, Saturday morning-- right after what is usually a crazy night, and we noticed someone had ruined a display that had a number of pumpkins by smashing them everywhere).
As it turns out, there was a huge fire at a paper recycling plant a few km south of us, hence the burning smell and the paper.
Moral of this story: one of the great things about living in a fairly large city is that weird things happen, and they tend to happen pretty close by, so you learn to expect bizarreness every once in a while (I mean, what's life without a riot or two? That, btw, is a story for another day).
As it turns out, there was a huge fire at a paper recycling plant a few km south of us, hence the burning smell and the paper.
Moral of this story: one of the great things about living in a fairly large city is that weird things happen, and they tend to happen pretty close by, so you learn to expect bizarreness every once in a while (I mean, what's life without a riot or two? That, btw, is a story for another day).