My roommate is a great cook, but he can only do so much with the products he has to work with. Tonight, he spent quite a lot of time preparing some fish for our evening meal. Normally, this is a wonderful thing. Tonight, it was not.
This wasn't his fault. He bought some fish that they said was perfectly safe and fine. It wasn't. The fish was nasty. We both took about a bite of it and then had to toss the rest. Past that, the house smelled like bad fish. We've sprayed stuff to make it smell better, but that only helped a little.
I felt bad for him. Nothing sucks more than going through all that effort just for it to turn bad over something you had no way of controlling. This can be exasperating, but he handled it with good humor. He knew it wasn't anything he did. I went and got us something else to eat and now it's just a matter of the smell going away.
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