What a scenario.
You: freshly coifed in a slinky little new autumn number. The event: an intimate gathering at your new crush’s digs. The food, the lighting, the music: all so right.
Your intestines: suddenly wrong. Uh-oh. You make a mad dash for le toilette.
Whereupon you give yourself a hug (not too hard!) for remembering to stash a lipstick-size bottle of Just a Drop in your clutch. The makers claim that one droplet into the porcelain god masks 98 percent of unseemly bathroom odors.
No more matches. No more running faucets. No more courtesy flushes. No more running-out-without-explanation (unless you struck the unfortunate unaccounted-for two percent). Your lovers, co-workers, and airplane companions will appreciate being spared the olfactory assault.
Really, you’re almost doodie-bound to buy it.
This sh-t is the bomb.
Available online at justadrop.net.