Spring-Loaded
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Thankfully, I haven't smelled anything too awful in my life. Considering how the sense of smell is most directly linked to memory, I figure this would be an interesting issue to discuss.
A friend of my dad worked in a maximum security prison in the wing where the truly disturbed inmates were held. There was a guy who had to spend 23 hours a day in his cell and there were two doors that led to the cell. One had to be locked while opening the other, but there were little window in the doors that had bars in them, no glass/plexiglass.
The inmate had pocketed a plastic bag at some point and he defecated and urinated into the baggie, then held onto it for a while. One day, my dad's friend when to give the prisoner his food. The inmate placed the bag in his mouth and when my dad's friend walked through the first door, the inmate spat the contents all over him.
He said it was the worst smell he had ever smelled.
The worst thing I've ever tasted is a tie between this awful mall smoothie and a Cherry Coke sucker some girl was selling as part of a fund-raiser in high school. The sucker tasted like no other food I know of. If I had to liken it to a feeling, it'd be like despair mixed with active suffering. I took the smallest sip of the smoothie since my friend bought it and remarked that it tasted bad. I almost fell out of shock; it was a taste that was indescribable; it didn't taste like chemicals, but didn't taste like anything else either. Just awfulness...
A friend of my dad worked in a maximum security prison in the wing where the truly disturbed inmates were held. There was a guy who had to spend 23 hours a day in his cell and there were two doors that led to the cell. One had to be locked while opening the other, but there were little window in the doors that had bars in them, no glass/plexiglass.
The inmate had pocketed a plastic bag at some point and he defecated and urinated into the baggie, then held onto it for a while. One day, my dad's friend when to give the prisoner his food. The inmate placed the bag in his mouth and when my dad's friend walked through the first door, the inmate spat the contents all over him.
He said it was the worst smell he had ever smelled.
The worst thing I've ever tasted is a tie between this awful mall smoothie and a Cherry Coke sucker some girl was selling as part of a fund-raiser in high school. The sucker tasted like no other food I know of. If I had to liken it to a feeling, it'd be like despair mixed with active suffering. I took the smallest sip of the smoothie since my friend bought it and remarked that it tasted bad. I almost fell out of shock; it was a taste that was indescribable; it didn't taste like chemicals, but didn't taste like anything else either. Just awfulness...