Yesterday, I smelled something not quite right in the kitchen. I took out the garbage, thinking it was something in there. Nope, I smelled the same thing this morning, only it was worse. It smelled like something was rotting so I looked in the potato bag, the fridge and cupboards. Nothing.
As I was getting ready to go to the library, I had to clean out my mom's small, wheeled, shopping cart and there was the culprit. We had left a whole loaf of bread in it and the bread was covered in mold. I could hardly stand the stink as I threw it in a bag and out to the garbage chute.
Later, as I sat beside a young lady at the bus stop, I smelled something. It was coming from the shopping cart. It smelled strangely familiar. Oh boy. I guess the smell had seeped into the fabric of the cart. The bus came and on I go with a smelly cart. We stank up the bus all the way to downtown. Then I walked to the library and we stunk up the aisles getting books for my mother and me.
Everywhere I went I smelled like rotting garbage. Finally, I began saying to God, "Just get me home," and he finally did.
Oh well, at least I gave people something to wonder about like, "Why is that woman hauling garbage around in that cart?"