There I was, minding my own business while taking care of my business, and a bottle of Poo-Pourri decided to slip off the back of the toilet and smack me before hitting the ground. I jumped and frantically searched the floor. Even though my phone was securely in my pocket, I was convinced I’d find it on the tile, screen cracked. And then I saw my assailant, lying harmlessly in the corner of the stall.
Sometimes life hands you odd statements like this. I was attacked by a flying bottle of Poo-Pourri (which works, by the way. Great stuff. Highly recommended. It’s got you covered without making everyone high off the fumes of aerosol fresheners).
Sometimes when things get crazy, or moods go sour, it’s important to find little things like this. The silly things that can make you smile (or others smile when you exit the women’s restroom and recount how an inanimate object had it in for you).
Also it’s handy to spritz a little something-something in the toilet bowl so your other something-something doesn’t make other people nauseous. Be considerate. Blow the bathroom up by all means but smother that noxious cloud, we beg of you.
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to write an ad for Poo-Pourri, but behold! And now I’m off to bed. It’d be grand if I could start turning the lights out before 11, but old habits die hard.