Fun thing at work today
In my old section, there is a piece of gear that is tended, sporadically, by another section. The young lad from this other section asked me about this smell that was filling the building like creamed corn.
He said, “What’s that smell?”
I said “What smell?”
He says “Can’t you smell that smell?”
I was setting it up, and you know where it went from that.
Anyway, that song rode my mind for a bit, and then, why I’m not sure, it shifted to this: