Reason #371 why I can’t wait to get to Baltimore, conversations like this one (shortened and paraphrased just a bit for blogging purposes and to protect the innocent and smell less):
Me: There’s this section of my knee where I’ve lost feeling since the surgery.
Lisa: Oooh, nerve damage.
I think so.
I know a guy who lost his sense of smell in a car accident. They’re offering to settle with him for $3500.
$3500 for his smell? That’s awful! That’s not nearly enough.
I’d take $3500 for my smell.
Not me. Maybe $50,000.
What about $35,000?
What do you need to smell?
Cookies baking, babies, there are all sorts of smells I like.
If there are cookies baking I’ll just go eat one. I don’t need to smell them. $35,000 is a LOT of money.
Not enough to lose my smell.
Please, WHAT do you need to smell? You can still taste. You can still see.
So what if you couldn’t smell Alyssa’s sweet baby smell anymore? That’s worth $35,000 to you?
If I want to smell her that badly I’ll go over and lick her head.