Brown People Like Squash*

     I noted the asterisk because I feel like I should let everyone know that I hate squash.  My old roommate, Clarke, once left a butternut squash in our pantry for God knows how long.  For the longest time, we could not figure out what horrendous odor plagued our kitchen.  Turns out that Clarke left the vegetable in the very back, to sit and rot behind a box of Kashi cereal and a bottle of Men's Centrum Vitamins.  Since then, the site and smell of squash would give me a look of constipation.

     But the squash I am talking about is the type of squash that one can only find at an asian supermarket.  The squash-scented air freshener was first introduced to me in my junior year of high school.  This scent elevated the status of my 87 red turbo Nissan Sentra to a whole new level.  People who rode in my car thought to themselves, "Mark's car doesn't have a radio, but his car smells fantastic!"  Some people love it, but some also hate it.  It's a hot discussion, it's kind of like the abortion issue.  But for me, I love the sweet smell of that vegetable aroma.  If only squash really smelled like that.