The new Supermarket I went to in Honolulu has an automatic water mister tokeep the produce fresh. Just before it goes on, you hear the sound of athunderstorm and the smell of fresh rain.
When you approach the milk cases, you hear cows mooing and smell the scentof fresh butter fat.
When you approach the egg case, you hear hens cackle and the air is filledwith the pleasing aroma of eggs frying.
I was afraid to go down the toilet paper aisle.