Now, maybe this isn’t Kosher to say. And if it isn’t, then I apologize. I know that paper mills provide people with important jobs and all, but . . . how to put it? They stink more than a pig farm. It’s just so unnatural. For those of you who haven’t been near a paper mill, the smell is reminiscent of feeding a rowdy herd of cattle and cowboys nothing but beans and cheese for a month straight, then locking them in a room for a week, forcing them all to do jumping jacks until rivers of sweat ran down them (cowboys and cows alike), then booting them all out of the room and letting all that rancid smell of flatulence, body odor and filth just fester and mold for another month. Take that, bottle it, and unleash it in the great outdoors on a grand scale.
That’s the smell I had when I went out to my garage today.
It’s not every day (thankfully), but when it comes, the smell is enough to make me want to wilt and die. BAD.
In Utah, when there’s a weather inversion, it gets all smoggy. Here, it gets smelly. I think I’ll take the smog over the smell.
Okay–I’m over it now. Thanks for listening.