That Supermarket Smell..

that we know so well.

Oh. Hell.

This is what happened. I was walking down the baked goods isle. There was a beautiful non-specific smell of baked goods. It was heaven. And the the smell of bread. Oh. Bread.

And then? There was this awful unwashed bum smell. And it pervaded the entire store.

I left, then came back, hoping it would dissipate but no. There it was. This awful awful smell.

So I checked out quickly and left, vowing to move to Rancho Bernardo (where there ARE no bums!)

I remain,

Hilda Stinson