Isaac: (Gives me a long hug, sniffs my jacket) Um, where were you earlier today?
Me: What?
Isaac: Where did you go earlier today? You smell like a mix between a bowling alley and a Chinese restaurant
Me: Oh, that’s my breath you’re smelling. I just ate a meat stick
Isaac: No, you smelled like a Chinese food bowling alley before you ate the meat stick. Now you smell like all three
Me:
The Other Courtney 
It’s funny that many of your conversations with him surround smell. He seems to have such a specific nose.