Tyguy
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Sure, the world is a ****ed up place and I'm sure there's a lot more practical stuff to make a thread about, but not today...
I would like to discuss farting in elevators. Here's a little background on my reason for posting. My office, like most others, has a number of floors, mine being the top floor. At the end of the day I ride it down to the basement to get my car and leave...blah blah blah....
So yesterday I'm waiting for the elevator in the lobby and notice that I have a beast of a fart coming on. No big deal I thought, I can hold it until I get downstairs. At this point I assume my brain went dead and stopped thinking about the future because the second I got in the elevator I let one rip that might have woken a coma patient. I had myself a little giggle and began my journey down 5 floors.
"Why is the elevator stopping" I asked myself seconds later...it was at that point I remembered that people generally leave their offices at 5 as well...the elevator slowed to a stop on the fourth floor...I knew to a virgin nose my fart would be disgustingly obvious and I started to panic. Do I get off on this floor and make a run for it, avoiding any type of gastro-intestinal confrontation? Too late...I just stood there as a group of people walked in. Their conversations ending abruptly for an obvious reason.
Now, when we smell a foreign fart we all go through the same process....small sniff, a look around, and then an attempt to mask the smell (breathing through clothing, etc...) I noticed all of them do this in utter silence, casually exchanging empty gestures to one another, as I stood there basking in my own poo vapor. It was painfully obvious I was the culprit but acknowledging that would be pointless and would only serve to make things even more awkward.
Ah well, the elevator got to the 1st floor and I was about to scramble, leaving the mess behind me. But no, my boss was waiting for the same elevator to go back up. There were 4 people in it so he couldn't just assume it was me, but as I looked back at him as the doors closed I could tell....he knew. The last thing I saw as the doors came together was a look of horror in his eyes and the facial expression to match.
Epic I thought.
I would like to discuss farting in elevators. Here's a little background on my reason for posting. My office, like most others, has a number of floors, mine being the top floor. At the end of the day I ride it down to the basement to get my car and leave...blah blah blah....
So yesterday I'm waiting for the elevator in the lobby and notice that I have a beast of a fart coming on. No big deal I thought, I can hold it until I get downstairs. At this point I assume my brain went dead and stopped thinking about the future because the second I got in the elevator I let one rip that might have woken a coma patient. I had myself a little giggle and began my journey down 5 floors.
"Why is the elevator stopping" I asked myself seconds later...it was at that point I remembered that people generally leave their offices at 5 as well...the elevator slowed to a stop on the fourth floor...I knew to a virgin nose my fart would be disgustingly obvious and I started to panic. Do I get off on this floor and make a run for it, avoiding any type of gastro-intestinal confrontation? Too late...I just stood there as a group of people walked in. Their conversations ending abruptly for an obvious reason.
Now, when we smell a foreign fart we all go through the same process....small sniff, a look around, and then an attempt to mask the smell (breathing through clothing, etc...) I noticed all of them do this in utter silence, casually exchanging empty gestures to one another, as I stood there basking in my own poo vapor. It was painfully obvious I was the culprit but acknowledging that would be pointless and would only serve to make things even more awkward.
Ah well, the elevator got to the 1st floor and I was about to scramble, leaving the mess behind me. But no, my boss was waiting for the same elevator to go back up. There were 4 people in it so he couldn't just assume it was me, but as I looked back at him as the doors closed I could tell....he knew. The last thing I saw as the doors came together was a look of horror in his eyes and the facial expression to match.
Epic I thought.