Garbage content

I’ve only tried scented garbage bags a few times, often by mistake. Each experience the same — whenever I’d open the trash can I’d scrunch my nose and wonder what the awful smell was. Oh, it’s the bag. Now there are almost as many varieties as Oreos and Goldfish crackers, so maybe one of the variants is pleasing. I won’t find out today. The plain old boring unscented bags were tucked away on the bottom shelf.

Currently Listening: Garbage “Queer”