Having a terrible sense of smell, like I do, is something I usually consider a bummer. But tonight
while dining in a very nice restaurant with my daughter and lovely wife, who happens to have a heightened sense of smell, our meal was interrupted by what can only be described as, 'The Gas from Hell'...or in other words, 'The Lady Behind Us Cutting Loose with *ss Bombs.'
My poor wife and daughter could hardly enjoy their meals....while I, on the other hand, not being able to smell anything, enjoyed my meal immensely.___How sad is that?
