Saturday, December 17, 2011


Having ascertained that I was standing in front of a McDonald's (r), I was not surprised that I now saw a couple coming across the grass to the bus stop holding McDonald's (r) paraphernalia. The guy got out a cigarette and lit it, and they took turns smoking it. Gross.

As they smoked, I thought, oh boy, here it comes. I hate the smell of cigarette smoke . . .

But either my sense of smell has gone completely awry, or they were smelling a cheeseburger-flavored cigarette, because I couldn't smell anything different. I considered this a rather lucky error of perception and stoically waited for the bus.

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