I just had to go to a meeting in another building on campus on the 5th floor. When I got into the elevator, alone, I was immediately assaulted by a horrible stench. I looked all around for the steaming pile of poo I thought MUST be somewhere inside, but I found none. I held my breath, pressed the 5, and prayed it wouldn’t stop anywhere, but OF COURSE, it did.
Two dudes got on at floor 3 and had visible reactions to the smell, and there was just little ole me in there to blame it on.
INTERNET: It wasn’t me.
Oh no! Well, at least the dudes don’t have your heightened preggo sense of smell, so it probably wasn’t quite AS bad to them.
Noooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
beth c: You’re probably right. And, I’ll never see them again, most likely. It was just one of those, “yes, OF COURSE this is happening” things.
chickadee: Yes. Yes it did.
Wha ha ha ha! That is too funny. Exactly what blogs are for, my friend. Thank you for making the end of my work day hilarous.
Jill: Oh good! I’m glad you appreciated this one!