Have you ever noticed that undesirable smells admitting from ones own body never seem as bad as those expelled from someone else? I have taken off leather shoes after a summer rainstorm, I've been known to eat flatulence inducing food and I've even had the unfortunate experience of raising my hand after torturous first period high school P.E. class. It wouldn't call these smells pleasant but coming from me they just don't seem that bad.

So why is it that when I go into a public bathroom and smell the leavings of someone before me I gag and contemplate skipping the wiping of my niceties just to get the hell out of there? And why is the disgust compounded by the sight of racing stripes on the toilet bowl?

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