Azure Jane Lunatic (azurelunatic) wrote,
Azure Jane Lunatic

Getting fresh in the bathrooms

My curiousity got the better of me when I was alone in the restroom. I took a paper towel and picked up the oldest brick of air freshener I knew of, the one balanced on the top of the stall cubicle walls.

It was very dusty indeed, since it had been sitting up there for some time. I cautiously sniffed at it. Though it was old, it had a powerful smell of something fruity and vile, reminiscent of the results when a five-year-old spills two clashing bottles of scented lotion together.

A diabolical inspiration came to me. If ever I had any vile perfume to dispose of, I could smuggle it into the workplace, wait until alone, and pour it onto the spongelike air fresheners. No one could tell the difference.

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