This morning as I was driving to work from the gym, I smelled the wonderful scent of a banana split wafting through my car. What does it mean? Am I in need of one, even though my pants are already too tight? I don’t think so. Perhaps there’s a new business in town releasing fumes that smell like a mix of chocolate, strawberry and vanilla ice cream topped with hot fudge, nuts, bananas and whipped cream. If I could bottle that smell, I would.