- BATHROOM MUSINGS -

 (W a V E - Bilmuri)

So I’m at a very curious restaurant cum pickle-ball court the other day called ‘Chicken And Pickle’ — Yeah, I know. Let THAT sink in… — and, as one does, I ended up in the restroom with an above-average need to examine the fixtures, both theirs and mine. I lined up with what appeared at first to be a rather ordinary urinal, performed my usual benediction, and then proceeded with what is arguably one of the most holy of rituals.

A moment or two later, a smell wafted up to my nose. That there -was- a smell wasn’t really surprising. No, it was the smell itself, something akin to clove and sage rather than the usual ‘abused urinal cake’ that I was expecting. This caused me pause — well, most of me anyway. There was no stopping the ritual once it started! — because the fact that I was smelling clove and sage could mean only one of two things:

Option 1: Someone had finally designed a variant of air freshener for a urinal that used the dark arts to waft the smell of nature up to my nose while simultaneously covering up the admittedly less pleasant smell of my donation.

Option 2: My donation smelled like clove and sage for some reason.

I am legitimately not sure which one of those possibilities I am more curious about.