Ter assumed garbage duty the other morning. She hauled the full bag from the can and carried it out back to deliver to the bin. Meaning to help when her back was turned, I grabbed the new garbage can liner and shook it out to install. She busted me.
“You’ll get the Febreze smell on your hands,” she said. “Wash them before you keep on with breakfast.”
Good point. The fresh-scent reek was making my eyes water. I think she must hold her breath when attending the garbage, and not because of the garbage smell. Ter is extremely sensitive to chemical and artificially-produced scents. It almost became a personnel issue at work because her one-time neighbour’s perfume threatened her with anaphylactic shock. Even I have issues with overpowering fragrance, particularly expensive parfum and cheap room deodorizers (you'd be amazed at how little difference there is between them). Glad has recently started scenting their Kitchen Catchers with Febreze – we don’t like it, but we like the liners and they don’t (as yet) have an unscented alternative.
Ter’s comment did make me wonder, though. Why do they want to make garbage smell like fresh laundry? Garbage smells to make us take it out; it’s not supposed to sit in the kitchen until it becomes compost – masking the odors could result in a bio-hazard, for crying out loud. Sure, fish for dinner can hang around until bedtime, but light a candle and play through it, people. It won’t last forever. Why make it easier to live with garbage?
Yikes, you can take that one any way you like …
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