…were used in the Victorian (Elizabethan? Some puritan queen I guess) ages to revive women who’d fainted. They used to faint because of their tight corsets. Different discussion.
Anyway, today I sincerely wished I HAD smelling salts with me – why? Because, somehow, through a 55 minute journey from one end of Bangalore to another, I ran into 8, that’s EIGHT, garbage trucks.
And of course, they stank. To high heaven.
But to someone who ended up unwittingly and unwillingly trailing in their wake, ALSO sadly trapped in a helmet, it was torture.
Is the universe trying to tell me something other than leave early in the morning? Hope not.
