That Smell Lingers
It's been clearly established over the last two decades in this space that I don't like garlic. Never did, and I like it even less now. The world runs on garlic, so it's unfortunate, but there's nothing I can do about it.In normal operations, I won't see garlic, and it won't be in the house. When Eli 21.11 is home, though, he likes to cook, and he likes garlic.
Last night, he was sautéing garlic. A lot of it, seemingly. Enough for the entire world for the next several years, at least. It was an overwhelming smell, a mix of desperation and despair. Because he knows how I feel about garlic, he opened the kitchen window to bring in some fresh air.
Unbeknownst to him, I'd already opened two big windows in the adjoining room, but that's a different story entirely.
Within seconds after he opened the window, a leaf blower was turned on by someone in an adjoining yard. A high-powered, excruciatingly loud leaf blower. Eli burst out laughing, looked at me, and said "Which one?"
It was Scylla and Charybdis, or having to make Sophie's choice when you want both children to die.
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