I like it sometimes when I notice something I've been seeing for years but never really seeing. On a mental level that is. The seeing that includes engaging the brain and comprehending.
The thing a saw the other day was belching out of a roof pipe at Burger King. Did you ever notice when you go by a Burger King that they appear to have a smokestack on their roof? Seriously, it's chugging away like an old steam locomotive. You'd think they have someone in the back shoveling fuel from a coal car.
But man does it smell good. You can practically see it with your nose.
Why don't they have some sort of air pollution restrictions? Wood stove users have to filter their air. If wood smoke particulates are bad, why not incinerated beef fat particulates? Those microscopic meat-fat ashes have got to be even more prone to stick in the depths of your lungs and cause health trouble.
Checked the baked-caked grease in the bottom of your grill lately?
So how come Burger King gets a pass? Then it occurred to me. Maybe, even though it's white and billowing, and it looks like I'm seeing smoke, it's not really smoke. Maybe it's steam. But not just any steam, flavored steam.
Actually, scented steam. Because when you get right down to it, the smell you smell when you drive by a Burger King is too flamebroilerey. They would have to be flame-broiling huge amounts of beef to put out that kind of intense smell.
No, it looks like they're adding odor globules to a scent generator. And spritzing it out of the top of their roof to make your nose suck you in. It doesn't burn anything.
It just makes scents.
America, ya gotta love it.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
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