Thursday - July 21, 2005
"Our restroom smells like fried fish."
On other days, it smells like adobo. This morning,
when I opened the door separating the toilet cubicles from the common sink, the
aroma of brewed coffee wafted out.
It is disconcerting. Somewhere in the ladies' restroom on our floor, there is a vent that leads to the kitchen of another office.
I can only hope it doesn't work the other way, too. How depressing it would be to eat lunch that smells of bathroom cleaner.
It is disconcerting. Somewhere in the ladies' restroom on our floor, there is a vent that leads to the kitchen of another office.
I can only hope it doesn't work the other way, too. How depressing it would be to eat lunch that smells of bathroom cleaner.