So, apparently a long time ago my city made a horrible debauchery of beautification. Someone decided it would be really nice to plant some sort of flowering tree all over the place. Yes, it would be lovely. There are lots of trees that would be nice: dogwood, cherry, magnolias.....but what did they settle on? Ornamental pear. That sounds fine, but turns out they smell like roadkill and not just a little. So every spring the city blooms with funk. You open the windows on a warm day and think "Holy Bejeebus!!" Way to go City Council.
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