The Stink.

Yesterday my servis bus home from school took a new route home in an effort to beat the traffic near the first bridge (when there are two bridges connecting the halves of a metropolis of 13 milion people, you'd better believe that there's a lot of traffic). The detour took us through a hilly, high-class subdivision.

Which had apparently just suffered a sewer line break. At the top of a very high hill.

The aphorisms are true. All of them.