Grocery Stir (not misspelled)

So, I may or may not have told you that I thought my neighbors were drug-smokers. But I am happy to tell you, it may not be pot. It was an Asian incense that smells grotesque.

I figured it out this morning when I went down the store below me and could smell it very strongly. Then I asked the lady at the checkout.

I know, I am a genius (hee, hee) for figuring this out nearly six months later and actually asking, like many of you suggested.

The lady at the desk is a kind Chinese lady that sells yummy bananas (really, I think they are the best in the neighborhood) asked me, "It smells good, right?"

What is the polite way to say, "Are you kidding me? We can't breathe!"

Okay, that may be a slight exaggeration. We can breathe--in the other rooms. Just not in the kitchen or the bathroom or the hallway.

I answered it like a politician. I remapped the question.

Now to figure out if she's telling the truth.