I was helping my dad carry some stuff out to his car when I smelled something I couldn't identify: unpleasant, burning, exhaust related.
My dad noticed it at the same time and simply commented, "Cigarette smoke."
How cool is it that my brain had actually forgotten the smell of cigarettes? Maybe it's just that I'm tired though, because the smokers are the same guys who've been cutting trees down with chainsaws next door all morning for the past two days.
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