Story time.
It honestly feels like about 264,000 gallons of that were spilled at a placed I used to work. I still have no idea who the culprit(s) was.
No kidding, the problem was so bad that building management stepped in and… added chamomile scented floor mats beneath the urinals to catch and deodorize the… ugh (gross)… drippings. It was such a strong smell that it wafted out into the hallway with the subtlety of a sledgehammer. This prompted some of the women in the office to remark at how unfair it was that the men’s room was obviously getting all this extra attention. I almost can’t describe the mixture of disappointment and disgust on their faces once I explained why this was happening.
I also once had to explain to my wife that the above situation, along with the smell of urinal cakes and most gas-station-restroom deodorizers, are the reason why chamomile tea is a hard pass for me.
By “traveling community” and “travelers”, does the article author actually mean Romani (“gypsies”)?
I ask since the article may have lost something in translation. It also puts the police’s actions in a different light if true.