2016 August 21

At the farmer’s market in City Hall Park.

Woman in crowd (60-ish, with NY accent): You smell like soy sauce.

Me: I’m afraid you’re mistaken. You’re smelling the Tibetan momo stand over there.

W: Oh, I suppose you’re right. Sorry.

M: This place is a cacophony of smells, there’s maple-flavored everything, and sausages grilling—I even got a whiff of weed just a moment ago.

W (suddenly lights up; looking around): Oh really? Where? Over there on the lawn?

M: Yeah, I think so.

Woman scoots off. I shake my head. Tourists.

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