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Lucky Charms
Apr. 6th, 2009 11:45 pmThis morning, the Mountain View train station smelled like Lucky Charms. Not the platform; not the inside of the bike shelter; but the outside of the building smelled like Lucky Charms. There did not appear to be any kind of spilled food or unusual object in the vicinity to explain it.
On the way home, the San Francisco train station smelled like Lucky Charms. Not anything I was carrying; not any obvious food-selling cart or anything; not the train; and, later, not the Mountain View station anymore.
I am extraordinarily perplexed.
(The San Francisco station sometimes smells like the bread baking in the Subway. This is a good smell, but not at all like Lucky Charms. It did not smell like bread this morning, or noticeably of anything else.)
On the way home, the San Francisco train station smelled like Lucky Charms. Not anything I was carrying; not any obvious food-selling cart or anything; not the train; and, later, not the Mountain View station anymore.
I am extraordinarily perplexed.
(The San Francisco station sometimes smells like the bread baking in the Subway. This is a good smell, but not at all like Lucky Charms. It did not smell like bread this morning, or noticeably of anything else.)
