The school principal will be getting a big thank you from me for all involved.
That little grade school gym until last year was our voting precinct. I voted there around noon once and the cafeteria smells took me back to when I was a little kid, lol.
Isn’t that a weird experience, going back to the same grade school you went to in third grade?
The thick coats of paint on the walls. That characteristic smell...the low water fountains...
It is a bit of a trip, isn’t it? Takes you right back, especially the smells.
When I smell jet exhaust or the inside of a ship, it does that to me. You could blindfold me, put me inside of a soundproof, smellproof box and bring me on a ship, and as soon as the box is opened, even blindfolded, I could tell you I was on a ship. It is that combination of lubricants, paint, sewage, and food that makes it unmistakable...
Same with an elementary school!