Sour Makoy

Friday around 4 P.M, I just had coffee for merienda. I was supposed to buy food for my birthday, but since my boss is still recuperating and won’t be coming in the office, my treat has been moved on Monday.

Anyway, I had this strange sour scent that I kept on sniffing. There are just two options I have. Either my acidic colleague forgot to deodorize or it’s a funky day for me. I even smelled myself just to make sure—when the sour smell only came from my officemates lumpia and vinegar. My bad.