I mean, there’s often a smell. I work in a downtown library; smells are our stock in trade. (I bet you were thinking it’s books - no, it’s funky smells. Sometimes the book you want will be checked out or lost, but I can always offer you a smell.) But today… Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, today.
There’s a poo smell. Kind of a rotten poo smell. As if something shit itself and then died, or possibly died and then shit itself. Several days ago.
It moves. It’s been near the newspapers, and then it moved through the bound volumes. It wafted around the microfilm readers for a time.
The thing is, usually such a thing is directly and obviously attached to a person. There’s a particular patron who stops my breathing yards away just out of reflex, and when I get yards past him and venture a breath the smell is still there. It’s like Foul Ole Ron in a Discworld novel - it lingers. It has a personality. It may have a library card.
But this seems to be… discorporeal. I mean, it has to be organic in nature, and it has to be from somebody who’s been here all day, because of the movement. (Also, it auto-refreshes.) But there’s nobody there! Somebody who casually walks through the area, drops a killer fart, and then goes about his or her business while the fart remains? (I have never, yet never, smelled such a poop-like fart. Sorry - a rotten poop-like fart.) The Ghost of Periodicals Past? Mr. Hanky has come early?
I even did a little tentative smell-testing of the “mosey past the homeless people and sniff around like a really gross game of Hotter or Colder” sort. Came up completely empty. Don’t get me wrong - there were smells. It’s winter and there are a lot of homeless people around. But none of them were the right smell.
So what the hell is that smell? Have you ever played “What’s That Smell” and lost? I mean, trust me, it’s a popular game in my kitchen, too, but eventually I tend to find the rotten onion or potato or, god help us, cauliflower. Where is this rotten person?