Have you ever been humiliated at yourself. I was having high joy that day. I was raking up leaves and sticks from a client's MASSIVE oak trees. It was chilly but sunny. The client has parking strips of grass due to living in the city, not much of a lawn.

I was there enjoying the day and the work just minding my business.

Working out side in the city, I am keen on people walking by. I see people walking, jogging, walking their dog or pushing the stroller. Occasionally I see them parking in front of a fire hydrant. I look at them, they look at me. I grin and tell them they just parked in front of the fire hydrant. They reluctantly move the car. I am saving them a parking ticket. Parking attendant officers are strict in that area.

So my awareness is because I use motorized equipment. I don't want a pedestrian to get hit with dirt or debris. I am keen on smells also. Like driving down the highway I can smell smoke from people who have cigarettes burning.

As a kid I perfected my smelling technique by seeking out cookies and candy. My parents would hide from us little rascals. Actually they would hide them to me because I would eat all the candy and be really hyper and obnoxious.

Once we get our hands on that stuff it was a matter of milliseconds that the sweets would disappear. There was not a designated spot to where the candy would be, but I would always find it. But this day was different on the sweetness scale.

SO... I as raking and noticed a nice sweet aroma in the air. I thought that it smelled pretty good. I like that perfume. It was sweet and chemically. I have noticed that smell before. I could not place the likable aroma in the air.

I assumed it was a woman walking by me. Most guys don't smell sweet and perfumed. It wasn't like the old woman type perfume that you could smell a mile away.

I looked around up and down the streets to where the nice scent was coming. I wanted to acknowledge this beautiful thing and smile at her. Maybe compliment her on her perfume. Most of the time I am confident in giving a compliment. But there was no one around.

I went back to work and tried to figure it out in my head.

I did see a man walking 1/2 a block away. But the scent was very close to me. Like she had just walk a few feet away.

€ Important note... My client just had some construction done to their roof that week and I knew the construction workers were working.

I was deep into trying to figure out this awesome aroma. I was baffled as I shook my head.

As I was raking...

I just had realized the scent that tickled my nose. I know exactly where the aroma was coming.

She was tall and square. She looked plastic and firm. She was a blue-green mix with a white top...

I BUMPED INTO A HONEY BUCKET!

If you don't know what that is, it is a portable Johnny house, portable toilet, portable crapper. You get it?

Lucky for me, I didn't knock the thing over. It would not have been so pretty and aromatic that day.