The men's room at Union Station smells like vaginas. Yes, that's right... vaginas. I've used that restroom twice, and it's smelled like vaginas twice. A whole big bag of vaginas.
And I'm not talking about that classic, immediately-identifiable aroma, either. If it were just that, I'd have just said the place smells like vegetarian pad thai and left it at that. There's nothing about plain old vagina smell that a dedicated person can't overcome. But the odor in question is genuinely terrifying. I'm talking caveman vaginas. Vaginis neanderthalensis. I'm stunned that the tiles don't fall right off the wall. That shit violates the Geneva Convention... right under the nose of Congress, no less. (So to speak.)
I haven't been in recently or anything. I was just thinking about it today.