March 10, 2005
Stinky
(Category:
True Stories
)
Got on the elevator this morning and was immediately assaulted. Somebody had fouled the beast.
Got off of the elevator and was met with a stronger version of the same odor. Apparently somebody had done a preliminary attack in the elevator and then launched the atomic blast in the atrium.
Walked to my cube and found no lessening of the odoriferous monstrosity. The terrorist must be somebody in my department.
Went to the break room for coffee. Stank present. Now I began to worry.
In amazement I made a full tour of the floor. The smell of anal exhalation was everywhere.
Either we've been stink bombed or somebody's guts have turned feral.
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If the stank followed you every where might one not think the obvious?
I had the same horrid thought when I stepped off of the elevator. Fortunately the talk in the office this morning has been pretty pointed on the subject and I quickly verified that not only was the stench present before I got here but the unanimous opinion of my co-workers is that the entire floor smells of fart.
I was blaming you before the end of the second paragraph.
Sorry. *ducks*
Maybe something died behind a heating vent or something?
Bummer. At work you can't blame the dog.