I smelled brownies, and assumed the neighbors were baking.
And since brownies are my weakness, I'm onory on what is close; yet beyond my grasp. So I mutter some "Christmas Story" Bumpus themed insults under my breath.
Some old man language was used as well. Something about a finger.
Hours later, I realize the brownie smell is actually a cup of Hershey's Special Dark Kisses 7 inches from my nose.
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