I encountered a situation the other day that may have been happening all of my life and I may have simply not been realizing it. This may be one of those epiphany moments. I headed to the restroom to take care of the quicker version of the standard visitation needs and as soon as I entered the room it hit me. An aroma so indescribably bad that the best I can do is chewed puppy lit afire and doused in wet manure to extinguish. That and sweaty goat testicles. I think that about sums it up. The room was empty. The culprit escaped without notice. So I brave the deadly stench long enough to resolve my situation, wash the hands and start heading out. As I cracked the door to leave, a thought occurred to me; what if I encountered someone entering at this point? The rotting corpse-like foulness would certainly be attributed to me. How does one escape that invalid supposition by the other party? Vocal denial would certainly draw suspicion. There is no way out of it. It is your cross to bear even though you are a mere victim of the situation. So unfair, so unfair. Not only do you have to suffer through eye-watering discomfort while attempting to alleviate your own needs, you must now carry the label of "that guy that destroyed the atmosphere in the restroom". Fortunately, I got off easy in this case. Nobody in sight as I exited the polluted facility and I have only this tale and realization instead of an unwarranted label.
