One of many, many quirks

Since I laid it all out there the other day and revealed my distaste for phone-talking (and, let's clarify: it's not that I NEVER talk on the phone, or that I REFUSE to talk on the phone, just that it's low on my list of preferred method of communication. Am looking into carrier pigeons.), I thought I'd round out the week with another quirk of mine. You know, just to keep it real. Here goes: I hate food smells. I don't mean the smell that wafts from the plate while you're eating dinner, or even the smell of food cooking in the oven. No, what I hate is the smell that l-i-n-g-e-r-s in the kitchen long after the meal has been eaten and the dishes washed. You know, sort of a greasy smell that sticks around like houseguest who has overstayed their welcome? Yeah, that smell. My distaste for lingering food smells is so severe (HAVE BIONIC NOSE) that I change my clothes immediately after returning home from a restaurant. When I was in college, my parents and I used to meet for lunch once a week at a little place near campus. The food was always great (still is), but the food smells, they could not be conquered. I wound up packing an extra shirt to change into after lunch, for work. Call me weird, but I don't like smelling like Mexican food five hours after I've eaten it. Who's with me?