“Our restroom smells like fried fish.”

On other days, it smells like adobo. This morning,
when I opened the door separating the toilet cubicles from the common sink, the
aroma of brewed coffee wafted out.

It is
disconcerting. Somewhere in the ladies’ restroom on our floor, there is a vent
that leads to the kitchen of another office.

I can only hope it doesn’t work the
other way, too. How depressing it would be to eat lunch that smells of bathroom