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Spot the troll. For all youngsters. No, not people who denigrate others on the internet, but ugly dwarf creatures that live under bridges.
When I was a young log hauler working 17 hour days there were two things that were absolute torture. One was driving by a creek and seeing somebody having fun at the water on a hot summer's day (I had no a/c). Two was smelling someone's bar-b-q in the late afternoon/early evening, when I was still an hour and a half from the mill and two and a half from home. I think #2 was worse.