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So I came across a funny little tidbit the other day. Thought I would share. So you know those small things in life that make you smirk a little to yourself? Those times when you're just sure no one else but you notices? The circumstance arrises... and you feel the small child in you silently giggling? Be quiet no longer, readers... laugh out loud, call the happenstance to someone's attention, share that information. Here is my contribution of the day:


Bakery air.


Bakery air is that steaming, hot, buttery wall of fumes waiting for you just inside the door of that slightly too-chipper, too-brightly-lit bakery on the corner. It is an intoxicating smell that rivals some of the best smells out there: late summer night barbeque, new car smell, gasoline (for you weirdos out there), fresh baby scent, and even, dare I say it, campfire in the woods. Yes, I went there.

So if I were to someday fulfill one of my many dreams of working at a bakery, would I get used to the smell? Gol dang... I hope not. Would it turn into a boring, regular job of early mornings, oven-scorched eyebrows, and bitchy customers? No. Bakery air is just too good for that. It simply can't become another day at the whim of others, sacrificing your ability to take a break, to pee even, filled with unhappiness.

So next time you walk by an establishment that offers baked goods for purchase... stop and smell the muffins.