Until the woman in the elevator said to me, "I just don't know what that other thing beside the dog is. A loofah? Are we not supposed to bring loofahs on the elevator?"
"Oh, that means durian," I said to her. "You can't bring durian into the hotel."
"The stinky fruit."
"What? Stinky fruit? I haven't heard of that. What does it smell like?"
She wasn't looking like she was feeling adventurous enough to try a fruit that is so stinky it's not allowed in hotel elevators.
I guess I don't blame her, though I know there are some durian connoisseurs out there.
I would have thought it was a grenade :| Duh.
I suppose it is a grenade of stinkiness. :)
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