Lately I’ve been sick. And as a result I seem to have lost my sense of smell, and all the benefits that come with it. I’ve become a bit worried that without my sense of smell my health could be in danger.
Yesterday I woke up a bit late so I didn’t get the chance to make any coffee or prepare a lunch for work. Usually when this happens I’ll stop by the Mobile gas station on RT. 34 in Derby and pick up some sort of caffeinated drink and a sandwich. Now, I’ve been warned many times not to trust the shady looking pre-packed food that sits on the shelf at a gas station. But for some reason I keep doing it. And overall, I’ve been quite pleased with what I’ve tried. In fact, last time I bought this incredible steak and cheese… and that’s what I was going for, but then I saw the hot pocket.
Now who wouldn’t want a hot pocket? It was too hard to move my hand away. So I grabbed it. Huge mistake.
Lunch-time comes at work so I go and nuke the thing. This is where my sense of smell really failed me. Thinking everything was normal I went ahead and took a big bite.. right away something seemed off. So I took another. Seconds later I was throwing up and the hot pocket was in the trash. It tasted as if it had been soaking in bleach for 4 months. Soon my boss was in the office complaining about the horrible smell the hot pocket was producing. He demanded that I go buy a Gatorade to cure my upset stomach. The Gatorade worked quite nicely.
I called Nestle to complain and they said they’d send me a check for $1.50. They said the gas station should have known better than to sell a rotting hot pocket.
Moral of the story: Don’t trust gas station food. And don’t eat something if you can’t smell it first, unless you can afford to hire somebody to sample all your food before you dig in.