The world smells different to me now.
The lobby of my building = sewage
A cafeteria full of children = one collective huff of bad breath
Walking down the stairs behind fifth graders = the Giants’ locker room after a game (but the showers are broken)
My empty elevator = Old Spice
My kitchen = smells like looking into the trash can with a nasal magnifying glass (not to mere mortals, mind you.)
Ah, the joy. All for a good cause, of course.