My name is David and I like building cool stuff.
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The Proverbial Awful Smell in the Fridge
I come home from work today and there is an awful smell coming from the fridge. In case my nose couldn’t take the hint, there is a note about the awful smell coming from the fridge. So I dive in and try to find the culprit. There are several likely candidates - the stale garlic bread, half-finished vegetable juice, expired yogurt, expired sour cream, you know, the usual suspects. There were so many suspects that it became tough to figure out which one did it - it’s like in Inside Man how they got everyone on the robbery crew to be a witness so no one could say for sure who the robber was.
I took the stale foods outside, only to be welcomed upon my return by a familiar stench. I went back in, searching for another 30 seconds before realizing that I couldn’t even sense the smell anymore. I resigned to the rancid redolence and left the house. Besides, I bet the offending cuisine is long gone, with its bag of diamonds.
