Perhaps I should Have Written This After Lunch...
Sometimes memories are built upon the strangest of things. I imagine more commonly we base them on events or out-of-the-ordinary sights. Yesterday left its indelible mark on me solely by smell.
Naturally, the day before Mother's Day is filled with people scrambling last-minute to buy some token of affection for their moms. (The cynic in me wonders how poorly they show their moms they care the other 364 days in the year, but then again I generally tend to be anti-sentimental on these auspicious days. But I'll be the first to endorse my favourite candidate for a new designated holiday:
I Sat Next To You on The Bus Day.) Much to my surprise, however, the mall was quieter than it's been in years past.
Huzzah for sunshiney days, I guess?
Anyhoo, our store has its benefits and drawbacks in being located right next to the Bay. No, scratch that: our store has its drawback in being located right next to the Bay's perfume section. The day before Mother's Day, all I could smell for 3 hours straight was the pungent scent of...probably half their perfume section, in all honesty. I swear, guys must have been getting into waterfights with each other over the spray samplers. It was near-lethal to even venture up to the front of the store and into the mall corridor.
Thankfully the madness subsided by the afternoon...only to replaced by a newer, more maddening smell: meat.
(I heard that snicker.)A vendor's stand selling smoked meat & sausage has set up shop for the last couple of days in our wing...and the scent of all that meat is driving me nuts. (Short trip, I know, but humour me.) Frankly, I'm amazed that I've resisted their siren's song and not bought anything. So much smoked meat & summer sausage, so little money...
...dammit, and now I need to raid the fridge.
Labels: meat over matter
posted by Phillip at 8:26 AM
