http://www.reddit.com/r/worstof/comments/p9pa3/woody_harrels... http://www.reddit.com/r/SubredditDrama/comments/pdqwm/drama_... The full elaboration of the story is I worked for an acoustical consulting firm that had its offices in the Fisherman's Terminal in Seattle. Our office was formerly Tyson Seafoods. There were a few businesses in there that weren't related to fishing, ours was one of them. It gave me a chance to buy fresh, delicious fish from people who knew their seafood. I guess "fishmonger" is an exotic term but "fish dealer" is just weird. The market in question: http://wildsalmonseafood.com/ My advice? Focus on the stuff that's interesting, avoid the stuff that's boring and you, too will lead a life so interesting that people won't believe it's true.
As for the fishmonger/office, must have smelled something fierce.
Know what stinks? Seagull poop. Keep the seagulls away and you're fine. I used to go out to the end of the pier to eat my lunch and read a book - it was fabulous. Now I ride past the redondo pier on my bike and HOLY FUCKING SHIT does it stink. They've got a jetty where the sea birds just sort of sit and crap all day and that fucker reeks a quarter mile upwind.