Earlier today, I kept smelling something burning. I wasn't alarmed because it was more of a "I just blew out a match" smell than it was "My God, the kitchen is on fire" smell. Twelve hours later, my building is still standing, so I'm guessing my calm was warrented.
However, the smell of the moment may top them all. The smell in the air right now is reason enough for me to want to move... even if I never smell it again. People, there is poo in the air. Nasty, nasty.
Edited for clarification: None of these odors are coming from within my apartment. These are all external. Just so you know.
