Delight in aerosol form

This is the bottle of air-freshener that lives in one of the bathrooms on campus. (Yes, I used my camera phone in the john. Aren't you grateful, though? So stop judging!) It makes me laugh every time I come to the bathroom for two reasons.*

First, the extent of poop shame that must exist in this particular building. Every stall has a bottle. What are these people producing? What are they eating that necessitates this kind of response? It's a public bathroom! The smell will disperse! Be free! Do a courtesy flush!

Second, there's the more obvious pleasure of seeing Good Sense packaged in an easy-to-use deployment system. I've started tracking down cans of my own so I can stock my office with it and hose students down with my spray bottle of Good Sense when their ideas/excuses/papers make me sad or just surly. I imagine by spring semester I won't even have to use the Good Sense. I'll just start reaching behind me to my shelf 'o sense and the nonsensical student will collapse into complete surrender. It feels like a tool The Tick would use. "Stand by for sweet smelling sanity!"

I hope you all share my joy.


*really, there are dozens of reasons. The irony of calling anything aerosol "good sense" these days, the spanish translations on the back, the instructions of when to use Good Sense, the suggestions for other uses of Good Sense (which I say may be well nigh limitless), and the fact that my office buys this brand in bulk. You can basically hear sniggering from the ladies' whenever I'm in there is what I'm saying. Blame my Good Sense.