Don't you just hate it when you walk into an empty elevator without realizing that somebody had farted in it not too long ago? (i.e. burning nostrils are a good indicator) You want to go out but you're already there and the door's closed so you just try to hold your breath. One floor later, the elevator stops and opens for other people, and there's not really much you can do to save you from looking like the asshole who turned the elevator into a makeshift gas chamber. The "I know what you're thinking..." line won't really make those "Who else could have done it?" look on their faces.
It's at this point you're just wishing somebody would strike a match or tap a lighter and blow the whole elevator up, because quite frankly it just doesn't get any worse than that.
Times like these you need juicy fruit gum. Softer. Jucier. Mas malinamnam.
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