My friend and I went out for a sushi lunch one day. It was great, but when I dropped him off at his apartment, the Whataburger next door was cleaning out its grease trap.
I don't know if you've ever smelled a grease trap getting cleaned out, but it smells like death, rot, despair, and infrequently encountered gases. It smelled so bad I started to throw up, but right as I was about to spew I thought, I'll be damned if I'm going to buy another lunch after spending thirty dollars on fish. So I kept my mouth closed and literally sucked it up.
My sushi experience tonight was much better and involved driving through a teriffic lightning storm. I did miss the Amish babykiller movie, but that wasn't too much of a loss. I'm sure they'll show it again. And if not, well, I've seen Witness.