As you all know, I don’t love new york in the summer because of the suffocating humidity. And with the suffocating humidity and heat comes an unfortunate side effect, the smell of baking trash. Every morning the trash goes out around the city and every morning, the heat bakes it into a not so pleasant smell. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad if you were traveling by car, but since we travel on foot, it creates a problem of when to breathe. You smell the whiff of a bad smell and then try not to breath it in, but sometimes it takes a while to pass the pile of trash and you start to get concerned about your oxygen intake. It’s not the best part of our city. And sometimes, it gets downright confusing when walking by a bad smell, as it did for me Friday morning. I smelled the bad smell, then smelled bleach, then the bad smell, then a breeze of bleach. What? Do I stop breathing or breathe in the clean scent? It was confusing. Especially because I couldn’t tell where the bleach smell was coming from. Surely not the trash, right? There was a great quote in New Yorker magazine last summer about his topic:
“Sometimes you walk by something and think it’s the worst thing you’ve smelled in your life, only to keep walking and smell something worse.”
yep, that sums it up.
