The Whiff

You hadn’t a clue what you were buying

till your nose grabbed the whiff

coming down the lane

Cooking away in the finest of fats

Chunky chipped potato

and the finest fish caught this morning

But it wasn’t these fragrances

grabbing you by the nosehairs

more the delightful smell

of vinegary vapors travelling through the air

Two dilemmas remain

Will it be Tomato…..

Or will it be Tartar Sauce

you dip your chips into?