It all started innocently enough. All we did was go shopping. It was then that we wandered into the fragrance aisle. Not fragrances as in perfumes and colognes but fragrances as in room deodorizers and air fresheners.
Do you know what they’ve done with air fresheners lately? They look like rocks, they have cunning sniffer inlets, they take oils and liquids, and they’ve turned some into mini-sprayers that plug in or work on batteries. Electric powered air fresheners, imagine that.
We made our choices and continued our shopping, barely able to contain our anticipation over our new air fresheners. Well, perhaps not that unable to contain it, but we were looking forward to them. She of We selected a battery operated one that promised to neutralize bad smells whenever they were detected. He of We went for esthetics over utility and chose a unit that would go with the décor of his bathroom. Unfortunately the scent was not the one he really wanted. He wanted the scent that came with the aforementioned “rock” but looks won out. Besides, he figured he could correct that when it came time to purchase the refill.
Ah, the refills. We were so intent on exploring these crafty little units that we didn’t start looking for refills until we had made our selections. We searched the shelves but couldn’t locate refills for either of our units. He of We recalled that Child of He had a plug in unit and a refill for that style also eluded them. There seemed to be no refills at all; that could be why Child’s unit was sitting on her bathroom counter, empty and unplugged. She of We remembered seeing lots of them in another store and there would be plenty of time to worry about refills. First we had to get them home and get them freshening!
And eventually home is where we got them. First to She of We’s where we finally extricated her new bad smell controller from the hermetically sealed plastic packaging. Why is everything is now packaged in those devious plastic boxes that only open with the aid of a very sharp pair of scissors? It wasn’t too many years ago that manufacturers were taken to task because they had too many layers of packaging. Cellophane wrappers inside cardboard boxes inside plastic over-wraps. We can see where packaging like that was the absolute antithesis of being green. But is this new wave of sealed from all evil really the way to go? Are there that many people wanting to steal a $4.00 air freshener out of its box off a store’s shelf that the shopkeepers have put up the challenge to the manufacturers to make it impossible to get to without first stealing a pocket knife?
But we digress. Eventually we got them home and eventually we got them out of their packages. She of We read through the 12 page user guide to her unit while He of We fiddled with the battery case cover and slipped in the required 3 AAA cells. Within minutes it was perched on the table waiting for a bad smell to counter. That might not have been when we first thought of it but it was when She of We first put it out there in spoken words. How does it tell?
Equally eventually He of We got his new freshener unpackaged, loaded with his not so favorite fragrance and settled it onto a bathroom shelf, looking quite like it belong there, part of the ensemble in black. And not smelling at all like the printed description. But that was ok since He of We liked that better than what it was supposed to smell like.
And so, Both of We are battling bad smells with the new high tech gadgetry that has become room air fresheners. And to them we say bring back the Lysol in a spray can.
Now, that’s what we think. Really. How ‘bout you?