Today I helped a fraternal group that Hubby Tony belongs to with their annual charity donation drive. During my two hour shift at a grocery store I wore a bright yellow apron printed with the group's logo, and stood in a prominent place in the store foyer close to the interior door. If someone made a donation I'd offer them a candy bar.
Right after I started my shift I noticed a strong scent of cinnamon. I knew it was somewhere in the lobby, but I couldn't figure out where. Eventually I determined it was coming from a large crate filled with bags of cinnamon-scented pine cones right behind me. Their sweet, earthy smell was a pleasant accompaniment to my task.
However, by the time my shift ended that scent had me craving some cinnamon heat. On my way home I stopped and bought a box of Red Hots.
Five years ago today: Driving In My Car