This guy in my office just brought in his lunch and I completely lost my appetite. It smelled like burning plastic on top of burning hair on top of poo (thanks Kim for your help on that one).

Ends up it was steamed halibutt. Spelling error on purpose.

It reminded me of when an old high school boyfriend brought a mackerel sandwich on an out-of-town band bus trip. He smelled up the entire bus with grossness and later helped himself to a mint afterward as if that would help the rest of us.