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Speaking of Sausages...

My friends think that my smelling capabilities are a mark of the devil so take this for what you will. Some people really smell. I don't mean like haven't-bathed-since-woodstock sort of smell. These people can step right out of a shower and they still have this odor about them. It's a raw meat sort of smell. More specifically it's a sausage smell. It's kinda like a cross between summer sausage and raw hot dogs, though generally not as appealing. I'd say that about 20% of the people I meet have this smell in varying degrees. I know of at least one other person that can smell this so if I'm crazy at least I'm part of a club.

So now the reason I'm telling you about this satanic incarnation of my olfactory glands: I was teaching piano on Tuesday and there was the smell. It was permeating the room where I teach. The staff often have lunch in that area before I teach, so the smell had to be from what they were cooking. Maybe they had hot dogs or some freaky variation thereof, but I swear it smelled just like human meat. Like human sausages to be exact. Since this smell really makes me ill, teaching in that room was very disgusting for me. On top of that I'm wondering if the church staff have resorted to human sacrifices. I'm picturing the staff grinding up the loud-mouthed old lady who sits in the back left pew and adding seasonings to make the resulting sausage taste just so. If they start having sausage fund-raisers I'm outta there.