One of the perks of living in this beautiful town is the Quaker Oats factory located on Hunter Street. Not only can you brag that the main industry of your town is cookie baking (much like the Keebler Elves) but also, the smells that waft out of this Cookie Factory are delicious. This morning I walked out the door, coffee in hand, and was overjoyed when the smell of Oatmeal Chocolate Chip hit my nostrils. Mhmmm just like Mom used to make!
On the days when the factory is baking cookies, you dont just catch the odd wiff of them. Often, the entire downtown will smell of freshly baked cookies. This phenomenon will occur about twice a week, and believe me, its impossible to have a bad day when the smells of homemade bake goods are everywhere in your city. You could be grumbling about all the homework you have, the chores you have to do, or the stress involved in student life, but when you smell those cookies all your worries in life vanish. Hakuna Matata.
This morning it was raining. My neighbor was outside cleaning up her garbage which a cat had ripped open sometime in the night. She was in her usual uptight mood, I could here her grumbling to herself. I planned on avoidance, walking by without saying anything, but as soon as I smelt that oatmealy smell my excitement couldnt be cotained "Hello Barb!" I proclaimed cheerily. "Great day huh!!". "Its a monday Ben, Im cleaning up stinking garbage, my dog is sick, and its about to downpour" This is true. The day in itself wasnt so great, but the Quaker Oats Factory makes even the worste days great, thanks to its delicious smells. I left Barb, in her obvious state of meloncholy as I skipped off down the street whisteling a tune to myself. Hopefully tommorrow they will bake Brownies.
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