Do you smell what I smell?

I had just stepped out of the Pittston Post Office one day last week when an old woman turned to me and said, “I can smell the birds peeing.”
I could not think of an appropriate response, so I just smiled.
And sniffed.
Not like I would know what birds peeing smelled like.
It wasn’t until I got into my car that it dawned on me.
What she actually said was, “I can smell the Burger King.”
So could I. It’s located right across the street.
I’m blaming her mask.
It had to be her mask.

Ed Ackerman