I was sitting on the train today making my way home listening to my music, just pondering and relaxing when all of a sudden...*sniff sniff*...I think to myself "NO IT CAN'T BE!"...a double take...*sniff sniff*...that smell! It's...It's...IT's...[look towards asian lady sitting across from me]...DURIAN! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. That container...on her lap...will she open it again...I turned off my music...she is chewing loudly...I am still safe. What's this?! The chewing has stopped?! Oh god no...don't open the conta...NOOOOOOOO.
Yes. Sorry to those who love Durian (榴莲)...but it smells like someone shart in an old pumpkin. It also looks and feels like uncooked chicken when you open it...or alien spawn in some sort of freaky spiked egg sac.
NO DURIANS! Punishment...unmentionable!
I have the final solution.
I LIKE BEAVERS!
My father once brought me durian candy from China, while explaining enthusiastically that people on the third floor of a building could smell a durian being cut on the ground floor. And that it smells like old socks.
ReplyDeleteI think your description is more apt.