Sam was the one who rented the mobile kitchen.
My neighbor Sam set up a mobile kitchen in her backyard. Sam told me she was going to experiment with original foods plus recipes, plus she needed the mobile kitchen so that she would not startle her family. With the mobile kitchen, Sam would not have all the extra heat plus humidity in the house. I thought it was the aroma of the disasters she created in the mobile kitchen that Sam wanted kept out of her house. Those aromas wafted across her yard plus into my place. I didn’t appreciate her family, although I cared about mine. When some of the aromas permeated my house, I almost gagged. I wasn’t sure what types of food Sam was using, but they had to be rancid. I went over to her mobile kitchen one afternoon, just to ask what she was doing. Sam thought the aroma drew me in. The aroma drew me over, but not because I liked it. My pet was sick, plus my daughter told me it made her butthole pucker. I told Sam she had to either quit cooking, or she had to transfer the mobile kitchen. It wasn’t something my family and I wanted to experience any longer. Sam told me to get out, but she told me not to take it to heart. Sam was the one who rented the mobile kitchen. If I wanted to pay the rent on the mobile kitchen, Sam would transfer it wherever I wanted it. Since I didn’t pay for the mobile kitchen, Sam asked me to kindly leave plus let her get back to her food. Two nights later, the mobile kitchen disappeared, plus I was stoked. Her hubby could not stand anymore of the ‘food’ Sam was preparing for them.