One day I was working from home with the French doors open to my beco, enjoying being a small part of the action while getting things done. As to not be left out, the chain-smoking neighbor was puffing away under my window all morning, filling my apartment with smoke.
To add to my delight, a foul smell had been coming from the sink and shower for some time now. Either it was in fact, a smelly back up in the pipes or My Portuguese Slumlord had placed the dead carcass of a small mammal somewhere in my apartment that I had yet to locate. The combination of the chain-smoker and the foul smell, forced me to dig out my mask which I had started wearing when the vapors were about to overcome me.