Only music should be funky, not a city

Even though I’m a stubborn gal, (Yes, I’m actually admitting it.) there are certain things I can tolerate.
For instance, I’m willing to compromise on the fact that some folks choose to drive 60 mph in the fast lane. It’s annoying, but the good thing is I can always just simply pass them.
When I get stuck in a conversation with a long-winded person that should have ended 30 minutes earlier than it does, I don’t rudely interrupt them because, hey, maybe they really need to get something off of their chest. I just try to avoid them in the future.
I’ll even patiently wait for an hour or two in line at the DMV to renew my vehicle registration. Yeah, I may roll my eyes and have all kinds of attitude on my face, but I mean, that’s just one of those things you can’t avoid.
But one of the things I can NOT stand is foul odor. Of any kind. Especially when it’s one you have no control over.
Ashley initially blogged about this in an earlier post, but the level of downtown stench deserves another mention. Especially yesterday.
When I returned from lunch and got out of my car, the funk hit me like a ton of bricks.
That strong foul vapor seeped into my nostrils and went straight to my stomach. I thought I’d see my lunch again.
And the worst part about it is that it’s not a body odor or even a food odor. It’s a downtown city odor. That's kinda hard to avoid.
Even the mayor’s fed up with it.
They say it comes from a rendering plant nearyby, but whatever the reason, it’s got to go. I mean, Lord knows every city has it smells, but it should never be pervasive enough to make you lose your lunch.
I can’t even imagine what tourists think.
It’s just not a good look, or smell for that matter, for the next great city of the South. Or am I overreacting?