The Architect Stares Back

Driving back from Pittsburgh on Monday, I several times smelled what was definitely a buttered popcorn smell. This is a strange thing to be smelling while driving along the Ohio turnpike, so I was somewhat confused (and maybe the slightest bit hungry). After a little while I connected the smell with... wait for it... me putting my foot near the heating vent (near the pedals, not near the dashboard in case you were wondering). Yes, apparently *to me* my feet smell like buttered popcorn. I know this may not be true for everyone else so I'm not going to ask anyone to smell my feet. I would like to know if anyone else's feet occasionally smell like food items though.

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Labels: confused, disturbed, hungry