Me: Why does it smell like blueberries in here?
Mike: It doesn’t.
[phone call, dinner, distraction, escaping dog, etc.]
Me: So, that must be a new air freshener thing, right?
Me: Well if it’s not blueberries, what is it supposed to be?
Mike: I don’t know…it was pink.
Me: So….the house smells like…pink. Awesome.
Is it terrible that I need to know what this smell is supposed to be? If the box isn’t buried in the trash and I can read it, will I like it more or less? What the fuck is pink and smells like blueberries? Or like a blueberry air freshener (ew) would smell? How can I not know what my own house smells like? Damn you, Glade! Or Febreze or Airwick or whatever the hell, and your vaguely fruity but non-distinguishable aromatic nonsense.