Imagine this…you are walking through a garden filled with flowers. There is that clean and fresh scent in the air, evidence of a summer rain that had only happen a couple hours ago. The flowers seem to spray a burst of sweet floral mist as you walk past each kind, and you can’t help but smile at nature’s miracles. There is a small, brick building at the end of the garden. You open the door and a gust of warm summer air hits you.
You breathe in the air and your nose is suddenly filled with the foulest scent you can possibly imagine. You know that if you turn and leave, you won’t have to continue to experience this odor, but there is nowhere else civilized to do your business, so you proceed on into the building. As you shut the door, you take yourself to your happy place to escape the God-forsaken stench that seemed to grow worse at the mere action of closing the door.
As you sit there with your nose in your shirt to dull the smell, you wonder if you would be able to hold your breath during your remaining time in there, knowing full-well it would result in you fainting, making matters worse. When it is time to leave, you walk away from the viceo so quickly that you don’t even have a chance to smell the flowers of the garden you have to walk back through that you were so keen on noticing only moments before.
Okay, so I’m being a little melodramatic. There are a lot of viceos that are way worse than my family’s; in fact, there are viceos that are just holes in the ground (and I know that the title is inaccurate seeing as many others have to use viceos, but I thought it was clever). But there have been times when the smell in the viceo was so awful, I lost my ability to think reasonably and imagined my few minutes in there as such. On the really hot days, the smell is obviously worse. And on the days when it’s cooler from a rainstorm, the floral scent is stronger, making the contrasting scent of the viceo seems worst. One day, it’s bound to be less noticeable, right?
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