Commuting Stinks, by Charles Boorman

The commute stank, for a couple of reasons.

One, neighboring local authorities were digging up the road on two of the three main routes out of town at the same time.

The second reason was nowhere near as unpleasant. On the contrary, he liked it so much that he had to stop the car and enjoy it.

The forest floor was carpeted in wild garlic. The characteristic aroma was so powerful that he could smell it from inside the car; and when he opened the door, the gush of garlic was enough to send Count Dracula back to his grave.


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