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| Ugh... | | Date Created: May 03, 2005, 11:31 AM |
So the other day, I was coming back to the lab from getting my afternoon Starbucks. I walked into the Chemistry Building and started up the stairway to my lab. La, la, la, totally normal...
About two steps up, I noticed a smell. The smell got stronger as I ascended the flight of stairs. This is a Chemistry Building, so there are always lots of smells. This however, was a manmade smell. Someone farted in the stairway.
Oh my god, it was horrible. My eyes started watering. The smell continued to get stronger as I climbed my way to the second floor. I was totally pulling a "James T. Kirk" with the "Must. Get. Up. Stairs." routine.
*gasp* *cough* *breathe through mouth*
I finally get to the second floor, and open the stairwell door into the hallway. I gasp for air and walk the few steps over to the door to my lab, glad to have some fresh air, and happy that I didn't pass out.
Then, as I'm unlocking the door to my lab, I turn back and notice ... *gasp* a professor heading towards the stairwell door.
DAMMIT! She just saw me leave the stairwell! She's gonna think I did that! She notices me looking back, nods and smiles, then opens the door and enters the stairway.
I briefly considered tackling her (cue slo-motion Alan running toward Chemistry Professor, "Nnnnooooooooooooo!").
I don't think I can ever look her in the eyes again. I just know anytime I see her she's gonna get that look. You know the look. The look that says, "You have some serious gastrointestinal problems, Mister. I think perhaps something inside you is dead."
I hate that look. |
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