I have a secret talent that I'd like to tell you all about. But before I do that, I should tell you all that I'm a connoisseur of pizza, an aficionado of all things cheesy, crusty and tomato-saucy. Also, I have a keen sense of smell. Put the two together and I can distinguish between brands of pizza chains and toppings just by smell. TC says that this isn't necessarily a talent to boast about, but I disagree. My sense of smell is a gift, but mostly a curse. So if I can find even one good thing about heightened olfactory skills, darn it, I will.
Just last night in the elevator of our building there was a woman carrying a pizza box. I did not get a good look at the box, and I wasn't about to stare, but TC got a good look because he was talking to her about how Murphy's Law applies to elevator rides 90% of the time in that whenever we are carrying heavy items from the car we get stopped on every floor between the parking garage and our floor. It's crazy.
Anyway, they were having that conversation and I was sniffing her pizza, from the other side of the elevator, of course. And I determined that she had a Papa John's ham and pineapple. I was so tempted to interrupt the conversation to ask her if she indeed had a ham and pineapple pizza, but I thought better of it. Besides, the conversation about Murphy's Law was so riveting.
TC was able to confirm that the pizza box had the Papa John's logo on it. With that confirmed, there was no doubt that I had the toppings correct. AHA! I shouted to TC. I got it right! No pizza is safe from my discriminating nose.
Someday I'll tell you all about the curse of having a good-smelling nose.