We take the little thing in life for granted. For example: the bathroom, more specifically the toilet. It's not only a pee and poo isolator but in all essence an olfactory transporter. You do your business and it whisks both it (the business) and most of its smells away. Sure there may be some redisdual oomph left in the air but it's better than leaving it just floating there, happily exuding its pungent glory.

But today, I come back to the apartment and the entire hallway is redolent of poo-gas. Turns out the main line (of sewage I assume) is plugged up and they (facilities) have been trying to fix it. But it has now been more than 8 hours and they still have no idea what's going on. What's more, there's almost no water pressure and the toilet and bathtub drain don't work. I can pee, and I can poo, technically, but then I'm condemning myself to an olfactory death by crud-vapors.

Doesn't help that I got back from a run a bit a go all sweaty-like. Ah shit (you knoew that was coming).