If you’ve ever used the women’s washroom inside the Hamilton GO Centre, you’d be greeted with a combined scent of burnt tang orange juice powder, piss and despair.

I’ve been told I’m very descriptive and might even exaggerate things from time to time.

I can assure you this scent of the Hamilton Go is real and permeates through the clothing of every lucky commuter.

You see, the sense of smell has always been linked to memory, moreso than any of our other senses.

Those of us with full olfactory function can associate smells to certain memories.

It’s the same reason why Christmas morning smells just like Sambucca and the moment I walk into Michael’s, it instantly smells like Fireball Whiskey.

As I was early for my bus to train trip to the big smoke, I decided I miss smelling like an elephant took a dump and used fruity perfume as a cover up and decided to use this lovely facility.

If my description of how the washroom smells has yet to amuse you; maybe you’re holding out because you’re a visual learner.

Fear not! I decided to admire the wise words of life advice found inside a single stall of the public washroom.

I love it when anarchists take the time to write messages inside hearts:

Maybe if someone professed their love for me this way; I wouldn’t be single;

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All this time, I thought STD stood for “sharpies that drip.”

Poor guy. His sharpie changed colour.

If it’s not grammatically correct, don’t write it down.

If speech if the shadow of action; then graffiti must be the elective mute:

I’m pretty sure the world’s greatest orators weren’t speaking while taking a dump.

Moving on; this PSA from a tall person;

If it starts out being written with a bic pen and continues with a sharpie; then you know they mean it!

I would like to challenge this statement;

My heart is quite rational. It speeds up when I try to walk up a flight of stairs. It slows down when I ignore portion control and make too much pasta.

Moving on; I’m glad this author decided to take the time to encourage personal hygiene…

Last but not least; my favourite piece of life advice/ stall decor:

I’m not sure how useful this person could be; writing scribbles with their pants down, but I appreciate the sentimentality.

😊