A while ago a new supermarket opened in Lismore, in Rural Australia.
It has an automatic water mister to
keep the produce fresh.


Just before it goes on, you hear the
sound of distant thunder and the
smell of fresh rain.


When you pass the milk cases, you
hear cows mooing and there is the
scent of freshly mowed hay.


In the meat department there is
the aroma of charcoal grilled steaks
with onions.


When you approach the egg case, you
hear hens clucking and cackling, and
the air is filled with the pleasing
aroma of bacon and eggs frying.


The bread department features the
tantalizing smell of fresh baked bread
and cookies.

I don't buy toilet paper there anymore.