Pregnancy gives you an incredibly fine-tuned sense of smell. This heightened sense is, alas, inextricably linked to your desire to puke. Presumably this trait developed to ensure our ancestral primate mothers were repulsed by nasty toxins, thus ensuring the health of her offspring.
Working in downtown San Francisco, home to a cornucopia of nasty toxins, this keen sense of smell makes for a challenging olfactory obstacle course from parking garage to office door. Indeed, rotting garbage, urine, cigarette smoke, last night’s empty beer bottles, synthetic hair spray, human defecation, greasy restaurant exhaust, cheap cologne, diesel fumes and indeterminate sewer funk are among the smells one must evade if you’re going to make it to the office with your breakfast intact.
Amen.
