Bob's and Ry's Odors of the Day
Bob Dylan, you crazy ol' coot: http://www.ktla.com/landing_topstories/?Bob-Dylan-in-Trouble-with-Neighbors-Over=1&blockID=240209&feedID=1198
And now, for my own odor: Last Monday, when returning from a weekend visit to my parents, Itsumi and I sniffed an odd odor emanating from our bathroom. Upon further inspection, I noticed that the smell--kind of a rotten smell-- was coming from the dryer. We had left some clothes in there over the weekend after they had finished drying, and I thought that the smell was just from some clothes that had not dried completely. We continued our life as usual.
On the next day, the smell was still seeping out of the dryer, and now it was stronger, like rotting flesh. Suppressing my gags, I sniffed some more and got a huge whiff of dead animal in my face from the lint trap. I knew something had crawled up our dryer's outside exhaust vent and perished, so I called our apartment's management company and told them about the problem; "we'll send someone right out," they replied.
Then, the maintenance guy came the next morning, Wednesday morning. He sniffed around the dryer for a minute and turned it on; "whatever it is, it's gone now," he said. "Really? Are you sure? It still smells." "Well, it's blowing out fresh air now, so it must be gone. See you later!"
Itsumi put a load of clothes in the dryer to dry, but the smell just got worse. Whatever was decomposing in our dryer's vent just got decomposier. And now it was on our clothes. So, I called the management again; "we'll send someone right out."
The next morning, on Thursday, I hear this colossal "BANG BANG BANG" coming up the stairs. Maintenance has delivered a new dryer to my apartment. "Are you sure whatever is dead is in the dryer and not in the outside vent? Do you think you should check?" I asked. "No, no, no, it's probably just a squirrel that died in your dryer."
The maintenance guys left. I sniffed the lint trap of the new dryer--the scent of dead, rotting, carrion remained. The maintenance guys had already left the parking lot. I called management again; "we'll radio them and tell them to come back."
They never came. And now it's Sunday, and we can barely walk in the bathroom. I hold my breath to brush my teeth and pee, and the other business, well, I just have to bear it. If I didn't keep the bathroom door closed, our whole apartment would smell like a rotting carcass. They had better fix this tomorrow, or I'm suing. Seriously.
And now, for my own odor: Last Monday, when returning from a weekend visit to my parents, Itsumi and I sniffed an odd odor emanating from our bathroom. Upon further inspection, I noticed that the smell--kind of a rotten smell-- was coming from the dryer. We had left some clothes in there over the weekend after they had finished drying, and I thought that the smell was just from some clothes that had not dried completely. We continued our life as usual.
On the next day, the smell was still seeping out of the dryer, and now it was stronger, like rotting flesh. Suppressing my gags, I sniffed some more and got a huge whiff of dead animal in my face from the lint trap. I knew something had crawled up our dryer's outside exhaust vent and perished, so I called our apartment's management company and told them about the problem; "we'll send someone right out," they replied.
Then, the maintenance guy came the next morning, Wednesday morning. He sniffed around the dryer for a minute and turned it on; "whatever it is, it's gone now," he said. "Really? Are you sure? It still smells." "Well, it's blowing out fresh air now, so it must be gone. See you later!"
Itsumi put a load of clothes in the dryer to dry, but the smell just got worse. Whatever was decomposing in our dryer's vent just got decomposier. And now it was on our clothes. So, I called the management again; "we'll send someone right out."
The next morning, on Thursday, I hear this colossal "BANG BANG BANG" coming up the stairs. Maintenance has delivered a new dryer to my apartment. "Are you sure whatever is dead is in the dryer and not in the outside vent? Do you think you should check?" I asked. "No, no, no, it's probably just a squirrel that died in your dryer."
The maintenance guys left. I sniffed the lint trap of the new dryer--the scent of dead, rotting, carrion remained. The maintenance guys had already left the parking lot. I called management again; "we'll radio them and tell them to come back."
They never came. And now it's Sunday, and we can barely walk in the bathroom. I hold my breath to brush my teeth and pee, and the other business, well, I just have to bear it. If I didn't keep the bathroom door closed, our whole apartment would smell like a rotting carcass. They had better fix this tomorrow, or I'm suing. Seriously.