Thaden Family Blog

One day last week I had brought some soup in for lunch. It was cabbage and sausage in a vegetable broth based soup. The day I made it, it smelled wunderbar. The day Margaret opened the jar we canned it in was a different story.

I walked into the kitchen and I thought she had farted, so I asked her. She laughed and said it was the soup. I was worried, because even though the jar sealed, maybe it wasn’t enough to keep the soup from spoiling. I shrug it off and get me coffee.

Fast forward to 4pm for my lunch.

I take the soup out to nuke in the microwave and immediately I notice my lunch box was wreaking of garbage. It was the soup. I was hungry and I didn’t have time to run to the store, so it had to go down the hatch.

So I do the walk of shame to my desk and the stench of my soup engulfs all in my path. I was impressed that it lingered for so long. As I plop down into my seat I tell my cube mate that my lunch smells bad. She told me she couldn’t smell it cause she was sick. But then the lady on the other side of our cube says, “yes Darryl, it does smell.”

So I get a chuckle. But then in the distance I hear my lead. She’s walking up and down the main walkway saying, “I smell something. It smells like garbage, like hot garbage.”

I lost it and was cracking up. Then the people around started laughing and asking her what she smelled. She would repeat herself and I would crack up even further.

I told her it was my soup, but she didn’t believe me. When I finished my soup, I sat it in my lunch box and started fanning people. They didn’t like that, but it did make me laugh.

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