Monday, July 14, 2008
Is it me or...?
I don't know if there's something up with my olfactory nerves today, but for some strange reason only known to God, I'm getting this whiff of shit. Not the evacuate-the-building-it's-mustard-gas type, more like the at-least-it-blends-in-with-the-soil-around-the-bush-i-did-it-next-to-because-there-wasn't-a-loo-and-i-was-urgent kind (if you haven't had that experience, well then lucky you). Which would be all fine and good if this was a toilet.
Unfortunately, it's actually a coffee joint down in town.
Mr Fuzzy-Wuzzy says that it's the smell of coffee beans, but I'm predisposed to discount his opinion, since his snout is stuffed up more often than not. Or maybe he's right and it's those Kopi Luwak beans, which would probably form a plausible explanation for the shitty smell in the middle of an atas coffee joint (read http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kopi_Luwak for more info on the most expensive cup of joe you'll ever drink--what is it about us Asians and eating animal waste-infused THINGS??? Seriously, people.)
Alternatively, it could just be the poor ventilation in here, especially when they are heating up food (I'm starting to detect this undertone of chicken breast in some vinaigrette in the air). Certainly not as exotic as the earlier hypothesis, but a lot more appetizing.
But then again, that wouldn't explain why the cookie that came with Mr Fuzzy-Wuzzy's macademia-flavoured coffee has Mama Lemon Dishwashing Liquid as an aftertaste. oO Aren't we taking the idea of hygenic food preparation a little far here?
So I guess my taste buds got wired up a bit wonky this morning. I'll just keep telling myself that because, if anything, the alternatives are kind of disturbing.
Just a little.
Not too much.