Today at the library...

Sniff, sniff. Hmm...smells like something's cooking. Rosemary bread? No, not quite. Microwave dinner with fake rosemary mashed potatoes? More likely. Old man on the computer? Eww. Yes. This guy must be made of rosemary bread dough. He is the color of bread dough. His back, being higher than his head makes him almost looks like bread dough drooping down as you hold it a bit off center. But the smell is overwhelming. I mean, every day we smell b.o. We smell urine. We smell smelly feet and dirty hair. And sometimes, when we feel it's a health hazard, we ask people to leave when they smell too bad. We always give them the address for the church down the street that gives free showers. We always apologize profusely. Most aren't offended. Most have been told before in much less nice way. But what to do when Mr. Bread Dough fills the library with his sickening sweet herbal smell? Is he taking some weird medication? Does he just have a natural body oder of rosemary bread? Does he eat a rosemary bush before he comes in? All I can say is, it will be a long, long, time before you see a rosemary bread recipe on this blog.