gifts galore

Today a fellow walked past and the scent of wrapping paper swarmed me. I love that smell.  Shortly after, while at the bank, I stood next to a business-looking man and he reeked of ripe flatulence. Back to the gift wrap guy; I wonder how he was able to smell like that. He was carrying a briefcase. I suppose it could have been packed with miniature wrapped presents. The instant I caught the scent, I perked up and did a double sniff. The funny thing is, I have a hazy recollection of him; only the scent resonates. I thoroughly enjoy smelling things. And let me tell you, wrapping paper is a joy to smell on a pleasant July morning. Even now I can reference that scent. I recall those christmas mornings when I would sneak out of bed to peak under the tree at 4:00 AM or when I’d be the designated gift wrapper, not because I am a pro, more so because I love doing it.