::A Geek in Korea::

Disappointed that my steadfast belief I was immune to cavities proved to be erroneous, I have sought yet another unique physical attribute that would let me claim to have a power that would make others envious. While seeking out something about myself to make this claim, I stumbled upon something that while not exactly awe inspiring, was a physical skill I possess that surprised me. Bow down, as my claim to mutant-hood is once more founded in factual accuracy!

It seems that my nose, while not particularly sensitive about any other smell, can detect onions on towels with an amazing degree of accuracy. If my wife ever washes her hands using a towel in our bathroom after coming in contact with onions, I can sniff the pungent odor for days. In fact, the smell of onions on towels is so overwhelming, even if my wife washed her hands multiple times before using the towel, I can still smell it.

While my sensitivity to onions borders on the uncanny, my nose is actually fairly bad at detecting most other scents. Unless my nose starts gushing blood after being forced to smell perfume or potpourri for excessive amounts of time, it usually can’t detect much of anything. Perhaps living in the land of garlic and kimchi this is a defensive maneuver on my nostrils part, sparing me the agony of elevator rides with drunken fellows stumbling home from the local barbecue restaurant.

Sadly, this skill isn’t useful at all. Actually, it’s more of an annoyance, as my wife can’t smell anything when I interrogate her about the towel scent. My over-sensitive olfactory system demands more fresh towels than she does. I simply can’t stand the smell when I dry my hair. I’ve been cursed with this ability, unable to live like the rest of mankind, forced to do larger loads of laundry as an outcast.

Don’t hate me because I am different.

I can just imagine my interview for admittance into the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants right now:

Magento: What is it, exactly, that you said you were able to do?
Torgodevil: I can detect the scent of onions on towels days after someone has washed their hands! Think of the implications of this power!
Magento: Well, it’s like this, we aren’t exactly hiring right now and…

Blob: I’m fat! GRAH!

Toad: I have a long tongue, and I look like that guy from That 70’s show! I also can listen to stupid lines by Halle Barry and get hit by lightning!

Magneto: On second thought, your hired.

Torgodevil: Sweet!