Every morning for breakfast I eat oatmeal. I think I made this clear in an earlier post, and if I didn’t, well, consider this the post in which I make it clear and you can now reflect on the first sentence if reflecting on the earlier post didn’t work for you. And if you don’t think its technically reflecting to refelect on a reflection reflected upon only from moments ago, then perhaps you can reflect on it now, as it’s been longer. At any rate I hope it’s clear now that I eat oatmeal for breakfast every morning.
I bring it with me to work, dump some water in there (Poland Spring – because I’m half Polish*), and then nuke it on up. Typically upon placing it at my desk I’ll then grab a fork** from our supply shelves to eat it. Then I return to my desk whereat sits said oatmeal.
Now I never claimed to have a great sniffer, but this morning was just different. Not unpleasant, just different. My oatmeal smelled like french fries. The beer-battered kind you get at The Deli (and then return because they’re cold since they’ve been sitting under the damn heat lamp for so long – or because you saw an employee wipe a booger on them). I couldn’t believe it. So I sat down in front of my oatmeal, thinking my nostrils were most likely being misled, only to find that the french-fry smell strengthened – like so many French people who-…ah who am I kidding? French people aren’t strong at anything.
Then I got to thinking about why my oatmeal smells like french-fries. I couldn’t come up with an answer. I don’t eat fast food a lot (practically never) so it’s not like I have an old Burger King bag sitting in the trash or elsewhere in the office. Potentially it could’ve been the toothpaste flavor I still had in my mouth interfering with the original oatmeal smell – or maybe it was the air conditioner – who knows?
Finally, I decided that if my oatmeal is going to smell like something other than oatmeal, french fries isn’t so bad. It could’ve been much worse. Here’s a brief list of other things I wouldn’t mind my oatmeal smelling like:
3. Apple Pie
4. Frank Stallone
*And all polish baby.
**We ran out of spoons long ago.