Outkast Was Right

It’s spring time and the trees are in full bloom in Boston. Yesterday my friend Joy and I had just emerged from the T when we were olfactorly assaulted by the awful smell what we described as “old crotch”. We were hopping the smell was coming from the T stop but as we stood and waited for the bus to come the smell seemed to be at an intolerable high. We were standing under a group of trees that had white flowers and after some investigation we had a consensus that the smell was coming from the trees. With all the rain in the last few days the trees smelled like they had grown yeast or maybe that’s the way the flowers smelled. Either way we had to stand very far away from the trees so we could breath. They might not be roses but they did smell like boo-boo.