Another memory... Some years ago, some of my cousins visited their brother in the LA area and we went down to visit. I got in a hurry and forgo to change the tennis shoes I work while working outside.

When we got to my cousin's house, I got a distinct odor of ammonia and ... uh ... a little bit more. Suddenly I realized I was still wearing my work shoes! I ran outside and took them off. This cousin is gay and an IMMACULATE house keeper. Can you imagine what he thought and how his carpet smelled after we left??

Nobody ever said anything to me. It's surprising his sisters didn't either. One of them was always on my case about one thing or another no matter how old I got. Maybe she didn't smell it? LOL Fat chance!