Always Trust Your Nose
I was eight years old, and my friend’s dad was a chef at some fancy restaurant. He put something on the table that smelled like feet, and I was convinced that he was a cannibal trying to bring others into his fold. But here’s the thing… I usually really liked his food so not to insult him, I ate the entire thing. Moments later, the father sits down, brings the food to his mouth, and says “I think the eggs must’ve gone bad.”