Fresh Bread and old memories

I used to commute by bus during my college days and on our way back there was this bakery outlet. At exactly 4.45 pm when our bus passed by it ,the smell of freshly baked bread filled the street. It was only in time that I noticed it and then I couldn't not notice it. So much so that I would secretly wait for our bus to pass so I can inhale the smell to my heart's content (in my head I felt like dog with it's snoot stuck out the window)