The new supermarket near my house has an automatic water mister to keep
produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of thunder
and the smell of fresh rain.
When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and witness the
scent of fresh hay.
When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cluck and cackle and the
air is filled with the pleasing aroma of bacon and eggs frying.
The veggie department features the sound of a gentle breeze and the
smell of fresh buttered corn.
I don't buy toilet paper there any more.
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