I just got on the elevator to go downstairs and was accosted by the most horrible whiff of B.O. There was no one on the elevator so whoever is responsible for the offense had just left. But as I held my breath during the trip, I got to thinking. In our building, you will never be on the elevator for more than 2 minutes. That means Mr. or Ms. Stinkypants is positively SOAKING in this stench. How, in a high class office environment like this, can a person live from day to day smelling like that? I would think that co-workers would complain to the boss, or, at the very least, leave an anonymous gift of speed stick for their odorous colleague. Unless this person was a client, in which case…I don't know. Surely SOMEONE must say something to them. If strangers on the street feel comfortable enough to tell me they like my ass, they surely shouldn't be shy about telling someone else that they need a bath.
I'm just sayin'.
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