Why does it smell like chicken??

Living in a New York City apartment means two things. One, you can clearly hear your upstairs neighbors having sex. Two, it will always smell like cooking chicken out in the hallway. I don't mind the first because it doesn't happen all that often, and when it does, only for a few minutes. That I can deal with. It's the pervasive smell of chicken that has me at my wits end!

Who is cooking at 7:30am? And why hasn't the world's source of chicken been depleted by now? Every day someone is cooking something! I truly wouldn't mind - I adore cooking and have spent many a weekend preparing a meal or two. But I'm getting fed up with getting home from a long day of riding the elevators while I procrastinate re-writing my screenplay only to get to my floor and smell chicken. Maybe it reminds me that I haven't eaten anything more nutritionally substantive than a PopTart in the last 3 days, or maybe it reminds me that no one is home cooking a meal for me. I don't know what it is, but it's driving me batty.

And it's not even interesting smelling chicken, like a box of KFC or someone making Chicken Marsala. It's just plain chicken. Ooh sorry Mr. Bradley, I can't work late tonight. My wife is making my favorite tonight - tasteless slabs of rubber!!!

So who ever it is that is broiling chicken at all hours of the day, please do me a favor and go vegeterian for a while. At least until the couple up stairs starts having sex again.

ps. I'm going out of town (Yes, AGAIN!) but will be back on Tuesday, March 1. If you guess where I am going, you'll win a free prize!! And by free prize, I mean jack squat.