This morning, we drove about an hour to attend a provincial technical working group meeting. Nicole and I had left a bit later than the other cars, as ours needed a new battery. We got the the meeting at about 20 past 9, a good 20 minutes after it was supposed to start. Of course, nothing had started yet, there was just one guy in the meeting room standing in front of the air conditioner spraying air freshener into the vent. He sprayed and sprayed until at least half the can was being pumped around the conference room.
Suddenly, I was back in Bangladesh on a Saudi S. Alam coach, my ears almost bleeding from the loud wailing soaps playing on the TV at full volume and my taste buds continually finding the lemon fresh scented air freshener that was regularly sprayed into the AC...ah, memories.