The Smell is Afoot (bad play on words)

The hallway outside smells like a foot. Well really, it smells like a beat up old shoe that's been left to rot. That's the best I can come up with. When Aaron came in this morning he smelled it and had me go out and smell for myself. It was bad. I popped my head out earlier and it didn't smell as strongly, but I also didn't go out fully. I just popped my head out and I think the cross breeze from inside my apartment moved the stink.

I just stepped out into the hallway fully and there it was. I would love to know what the hell it is. I have a feeling it's coming from the apartment down the hall where an Asian family lives. They usually have some funky-ass smelling food odors wafting out of there. Occasionally it's okay but most of the time, it's pretty bad. I swear we constantly have competing smells in the hallway. I've heard Evan say he can always tell who's cooking all the way from the elevator. He's told me that if it smells good, it's a sure bet that I'm cooking. A few others have told me the same thing.

But yeah, this smell out there today, can not possibly be food. There is no way in hell anything that has that kind of odor is edible.