Over
the last 29 years, it's happened more times than I can count. The
second I spray degreaser, carburetor cleaner, primer, paint or anything
else that has any real or perceived odor, my wife Linda is at the garage
door saying, "What's that chemical smell?" I swear it's gotten to the
point where she arrives before I pop off the cap, like she already read
my mind and knows my intentions.
To her credit, when she makes the comment, I assure her I have proper
ventilation and that it will dissipate soon and she is satisfied. These
meetings were more infrequent when we lived in a house with no garage
and I was doing everything outside, well away from the front door. But
now the garage is part of the house (don't mistake this for complaining,
as working in an attached garage after nearly 20 years of working
outside on the ground is a dream come true), so those fragrant fumes
from the aerosol cans reach the wife's nose in record time. As a result,
I have to be even more careful than before.
So, what's that smell?
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