As I was sitting at my desk today, I began to smell the odor of burning toast. It didn't make sense to me, what with the whole "being at work" thing, and, I immediately decided that I was about to have a stroke.
Because, I once heard that smelling burning toast-when there is no burning toast- is the first symptom of a stroke.
And, no, I can't remember where I heard that.
Try to stay on topic, people.
Anyway, I turned off my computer, straightened the paperwork on my desk and waited for the inevitable blinding pain.
A few minutes later, when the pain had failed to materialize, I ventured down the corridor to the kitchen, where I found a co-worker holding a burned tortilla.
The tortillas were left over from our office Seis de Mayo party on Monday and the co-worker had burned it while trying to heat in up on the stovetop burner.
I'm sure her application to MENSA will be approved any day now.
Except, it won't, because; she had no idea that the first sign of an impending stroke is smelling the odor of burnt toast.
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