Stinking up the ladies' room

A few weeks ago I bought a new kind of hand lotion. It turned out to have way more fragrance than my puny respiratory system could handle—made my eyes and nose stream—but rather than throwing it out, I put it in the women's bathroom at work. I felt a little guilty stowing my toxic waste in a public private place. Every time I looked at it, I thought, "I really should throw it out." When someone came out of the bathroom, I could tell if she had washed her hands—or at least if she had applied lotion. Then a couple weeks ago, a Post-it note appeared. It said, "Whoever left this moisturizer for all to use: THANK YOU!" Hard to tell whether a Post-it is sarcastic or sincere ...