The fumes and stench drifted my way as I was fully enjoying the windy sunny day, repairing a porch. I had to leave; couldn’t stand the toxic stench filling a very large swath of the city. I didn’t know it was all the way down in SoDo when I left the central area. I could only smell something very bad in the air, and a few people were talking about it – “Someone’s house is burning.” I saw minivans full of families driving away from it. I took my twenty two foot rig and got the fuck out. I didn’t know, until later, any of the story. This sucks. As the city lost a building that used to store peanuts, I dropped a whole bottle of IPA on a concrete floor, losing every drop. I had a much better day than anyone that was closer to that blaze, especially people on I5. Holy shit. Talk about trapped.
You can read about Sunny Jim on Wikipedia, of course! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunny_Jim. They used to sell 1/3 of the peanut butter in Seattle. Growing up around here, you had to put up with irritating Sunny Jim ads where the fictitious SJ (modeled on the founder’s son) would say “Gee, that’s me!” What with the patriotic red, white, and blue coloring to the SJ logo, it was all so wholesome you could just barf.
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