What is that smell?
My first summer in New York has been terrific thus far. The festivities, the energy, the attire, relatively reasonable weather (wait till August hits) but there is something I can’t get my head around. At least once a day I’ll get slapped in the face with a pungent smell of hot garbage. I’ve personally never heated up garbage over the stove but I imagine if I took your run of the mill trash and took a blow torch to it the odor would be on par. The natural reaction to unpleasant smell is to identify the source — but thats the thing… I don’t see any garbage laying around anywhere close to my nasal raping. This is truly puzzling and a bit disturbing I must say.
