Relayed to me this morning by a woman camped near us at an event. She saw the little portapotty in our tent and told me this story:
She used to have a job that required her to visit people's apartments, and she was commenting to a co-worker on her distaste for the amount of air freshener and other heavily scented stuff some people use in their homes.
Co-worker (a guy): "I know what you mean! I was in this one apartment, and they had one of those portapotty things in the living room ... on top of the gas heater! Man, did that smell!"
It took her a while, but she finally figured out that what was on top of the heater was POTPOURRI.
Now I'll never be able to hear the word "potpourri" again without thinking "portapotty."
Apropos of that, the first time Bagman saw the portapotty, he said, "They misspelled it."
Me: "Misspelled what?"
(The brand name is Passport.)