Pleasantries and Pungentries


if you happen to drive on Pleasantville Road, you’ll find it is pleasantly straight. in my youth, such straightness would be appalling. Now, it is glorious. Akin to driverless transportation…pointing the car in one direction and dreaming through the next fifteen minutes…it is the future of vehicle travel- driving with the subconscious.

But Pleasant Corners Road is not so pleasant. Drive fast for a mile, then hit the brakes and swing 90 degrees to the right. Foot to the pedal and before you can count to three…swing 90 degrees left. Drive north. Straight north. But if you go far enough, you will smell the pungentries.

Maybe it seeps through the doors…I don’t know…but the smell could kill you. it is like inhaling Jalfrezi sauce at 90 miles an hour…except more pungent. As in cloves, cardamom, curry, and spices your mother never warned you about. If you are a curry virgin, beware, because you’ll never be the same again.

life changing, stimulating. pungent.

Not like a locker room full of 13 year old boys without deodorant. More like sitting on a sandy beach snoozing in the summer sun while a strange but unmistakably tantalizingly enrapturing aroma…so pleasant, it is like your first tasty kiss, your first successful romantic meal, your first turn at the wheel driving a super-fast speedboat…inhaling a fragrance, a dream. You want more. You suck in the breeze, becoming delirious with happiness…

…or at least, becoming enthralled that you just spent $7.99 on an all-you-can-eat Indian buffet the size of a pre-hibernation dinner. and it is in that moment that you realize that….all the pleasantries in the world cannot replace the pungent joys in the world.

am I hungry?

sure…

but sad. it is sunday night. and the buffet does not open on Mondays…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About thelostkerryman

Thelostkerryman is an author, and entrepreneur- this side of Tir Na N'Og- living in the forests of a consistently confused country. Here in this hill country, hurling doesn't usually involve a hurley, store-made soda bread resembles an inedible Irish megalith, and Kerrygold is only found hidden like a luck penny in the belly of Kroger. His blogs are an account of his adventures, thoughts, eclectic -and eccentric- ramblings, random or insightful poetry, humor and non-humor, pictures (photos), video, essays, fiction, poetic fiction, nonfiction, drama, and writing he has not classified in the description above. All of his posts from thelostkerryman.wordpress.com, talesinastrangerstrangerland@wordpress.com, everydayasadisciple@wordpress.com, and mrandmrsboring.wordpress.com are copywrited according to international copywrite law.
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