The bathroom counter was littered with the standard debris: cleaning products, crusty towels, a brush, Listerine, a razor. I’ve been noticing toothbrushes lately (you’ll find some here and here), and next to the mouth-scouring brush was this ashtray full of butts. I cannot imagine being so addicted to nicotine that one must smoke even during the brief minutes of daily corporal maintenance, but I find evidence of bathroom smoking frequently. In this case, at least, it appears that the cigarettes are menthols. That’s kind of like smoking a breath mint, right?