I was at the Post Office early on Saturday morning. The lady behind the counter said, “You smell really good.” Once I regained my composure, I told her that I wasn’t wearing any particular fragrance and there was no reason for her to think that I smelled good. “No, you smell really good.” I was considering suggesting that she may have a brain tumor. “It’s like bacon and eggs. You smell like a great big breakfast.” Oh, right. That’s how I always smell. I make a lot of pancakes.
