“And now we come to end of tour, where you can sample MacGuiness Stout, finest brew in Uzbekistan.”
The hotel concierge had convinced Jeremy (in town on business) to take a chance on what the brochure had described as “world’s finest tour of earth best stout”. Being an optimist, he figured at worst he’d be able to talk about the experience at parties.
Throughout the tour, there’d been a lingering smell that was familiar, but he couldn’t place. As the tour entered the tasting room, rats sauntered (not scurried) out of view. Ah yeah - he could place the smell now.
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