I'm currently on a driving vacation with Mrs B. Our hotel has a small bathroom. I've eaten a lot of food. More than usual. More in... means more out. So I've had to empty the bag multiple times per day... in a tiny bathroom. After a draining, I leave the exhaust fan running for 30 minutes or so. My olfactory nerves must be numb; it doesn't smell bad to me.
The first time Mrs B used the bathroom after me... I heard a loud ruckus... then she reeled out of the small room like a drunken sailor, cursing. I professed innocence. "Doesn't smell bad to me." She assured me this was the most awful, foul odor that ever assaulted her nostrils, and promptly evacuated to the courtyard.
Lesson learned. Use M9 drops. I have them with me. Just got lazy. And pack a can of industrial-sized Lysol spray.
The path to marital bliss detours through the bathroom.

