That "minimum safe distance" is substantially reduced when one is taking a diuretic for high blood pressure, as I found out painfully last Sunday, arriving home after a long commute in weekend beach traffic.
The problem is, I threw the resulting piss-soaked jeans onto the laundry pile and promptly forgot about them. Until this afternoon, that is, when I walked into my bedroom and was practically smacked in the face by the ammonia stink. The worst was digging through a week's worth of dirty laundry trying to find the offending item.
Thankfully, it's too cold for flies.