Today as a co-worker and I left work for lunch, I mentioned that the parking garage smelled like McDonald’s hash browns. My co-worker reminded me that when we left for lunch on a day last week, we said it smelled like McDonalds. I then pointed out that the smell was particularly McDonalds’s hash browns and not the smell of fries. She agreed. I started to feel a little pathetic about being able to distinguish the smell of a McDonalds’s hash brown vs. McDonald’s fries because they are distinctly different, but then I decided it was just a life skill and one I’m proud to have.
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