On the way home from work, I was talking to my mother (hence the post that follows about her dog). She was telling me that something was bad in the refrigerator. She had taken everything out of it, cleaned it carefully, and still an odious stench persists. She can't seem to isolate the source of what smells so bad.
She was talking to me from her sun-room in the back of her house in Florida and stated that she could smell the horrendous odor from the kitchen even out there. I was driving down I-75 in Atlanta, and, believe it or not, I could smell the foul stink also!! No, I'm serious! I am not kidding!!
As I smelled the putrification, I was struck by how powerful the mind is. I mean, here I was, some 300 miles away, with the very real, no, incredibly surreal sensory input of the vile smell of which she spoke.
I looked up ahead of me on the interstate to realize that only a few vehicles distanced me from a flatbed semi carrying 9 porta-potties!! I mean, what are the odds??!!
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