On my running route this morning, I abruptly ran into an unexpected yet highly distinct wall of smell that lasted for approximately 10 yards. After only a moment’s contemplation, I was able to pinpoint it as that of a herd of octogenarians decked out in their starched Sunday best shuffling toward the the center seats in the front pew 43 minutes before the pastor’s service begins.
A plus B does not equal C
Fried eggs smell like farts, and farts smell bad. So why do I like the smell of fried eggs, when the smell of the latter sometimes makes me want to vomit?