Perhaps this is a little sexist, but I usually associate clouds of personal scent (of the optional variety) with women. Imagine my concern when I walked into a public restroom and my nose was assaulted by the smell of burning money (speaking metaphorically). The air was thick with the smell of the vanity wing of a department store. It was so strong someone could have filled a potty with eau de toilette and given themself a swirly – and the smell still wouldn’t have been as strong.

Was I in the wrong room? Was I about to be come lawyer fodder?

Nope. I was in the men’s room. Everything was o.k. Just a guy in the next stall with olfactory dysfuction.