Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Smells like home

We have an old phone booth on display at the museum where I work, and inside it smells...well...like Telegraph.  Stale.  Sweaty.  And more than a bit like old pot.  So every once in awhile, when no one's around, I open up the door, close my eyes, inhale deeply, and think of home.

*Side note, I'm not the only one who thinks this, apparently.  When I was getting the official tour around the museum, the curator mentioned that some people thought the booth smelled like pot, but she wasn't sure.  I am, and it does.

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