When Walls Blanket, And Cakes Condense

I don’t know what it means, but it sounds vile:

A reporter — this lucky devil — hit the restroom on Wednesday, but actually was on the receiving end of the blow: a “wall of smell” that blankets users in a uriny coating.

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The stench gets worse when you enter the men’s room and are greeted by a quarter inch of fetid standing water that smells like pond scum. The toilet was backed up, forcing many users to shun the stall in favor of the urinal, caked in a residue of condensation.

Location Scout: McCarren Park.