Intolerance In Action
By Mitch Berg
I love ethnic food. The more ethnic, in many cases, the better.
But I’m not quite sure what was in the microwave in the lunch room at work today.
Judging by the smell, I’d say dog droppings marinaded in ammonia.
By Mitch Berg
I love ethnic food. The more ethnic, in many cases, the better.
But I’m not quite sure what was in the microwave in the lunch room at work today.
Judging by the smell, I’d say dog droppings marinaded in ammonia.
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April 26th, 2007 at 6:00 am
My office is practically next door to my building’s lunch room, so I get my fill of interesting smells on a daily basis. The one that I have the hardest time figuring out is the “cooked mustard” aroma. That’s what it smells like. It reminds me of the smell of mustard on bratwurst, except that there’s no bratwurst smell to the workplace scent. It is as though someone put a bowl of brown mustard in the microwave and heated it to the point where the scent of heated mustard permeates the hallway.
And then they eat the mustard with a spoon, as if it were Cream of Wheat.
One of these days, I’m going to find out what it really is.