11:00 p.m. What's that smell? We were sitting and watching DVD's when the distinct scent of sewage reached us. Whew! After ten minutes it was clear that this wasn't a case of one person making a memorable bathroom visit. While you never really get used to it, a second surge came about 20 minutes later. Around midnight a skunk-like odor actually provided some relief. Finally, at 12:15 the whiff of rotten eggs came through.
We eyed Ron's yellow "call" button, pondering whether "extreme stench" qualified as emergency. In semi-desperation we rubbed lotion on our hands, figuring that if we slept with our hands anywhere near our noses we could inhale freely (this worked, briefly). Fortunately, sheer fatigue won out and we nodded off into a final night of sardine bliss.
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