...whatever "it" may be?
My bathroom smells like pee.
Not because someone pees all over it - it's actually fairly clean for a tiny space shared by a foreign 18-year-old male and myself.
No, the bathroom smells like pee because...well that's actually the question: why does the bathroom have this acrid stench?
My landlord called her landlord who called the maintenance guy. It took him eight days to show up, and when he did, I was doing laundry, still in my pajamas with dirty hair at 11:30 am. Sometimes, when laundry is going in the utility room which shares a wall with our rank bathroom, the stench dissipates. Which is what happened the day the maintenance man came - Tony, I think his name is. Or Tom.
He likes cats a lot. Swore to himself growing up he was a dog man, but then this sweet blue-haired something or other cat came to his door and he fell in love with her. He started feeding her and then she gave birth to three babies before he even knew what happened. She abandoned her kittens with him, knowing he was a good man, a converted cat-lover. So now, he has these baby blue-haired something or other kittens, which his daughters adore.
He told me this story while sitting on the lid of our commode in the tiny bathroom, as I stood in my bedroom doorway in a cloud of my own filth.
The bathroom didn't smell that day. The lingering pee stench had evaporated, so Tom or Tony said.
To be fair, he smoked a lot. Not while he was here, but when he walked in, I choked on the tar/nicotine aura surrounding him. He couldn't smell because, I think, his nose has stopped working. You know how smokers have that weezing noise whenever they try to sniff - the sense of smell is deadened.
While the bathroom stench had let up for the day, it wasn't gone. Just mixed anew with the smokey pleasure of cigarettes.
He played with the cats for a while, cleaned out the fan on the bathroom ceiling and left because there was nothing he could do.
The next day, it returned - the pee smell.
It's really bad today.
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