Blueberry

The urinal cakes in the bathroom stalls at my job have a blueberry scent. Instead of a pee smell, when your piss hits the cake, it emits a blueberry muffin scent. Now I can support any steps necessary to improving the bathroom experience, but when I think about that I think maybe put a painting on the wall, perhaps install speakers and play classical music. Let's face it, the average men's room is the most disgusting place in the world. I feel like I lose a little piece of my soul every time I step into a men's room. Anything that can be done to make me forget a place where even homeless men refuse to take refuge would be great.

Anything, except making the urinal cakes smell like food. I can't eat blueberry muffins anymore, which is a shame, because they are really a delightful treat. I can no longer take joy in the smell of a fresh baked blueberry pie. It's a tragedy.

Thank goodness no one has yet placed a urinal cake that smells like pork chops. I may have to reconsider the whole potty training thing.