Has anyone ever worked with someone who is chronically flatulent?
Perhaps the worst type of these people are the ones who get some perverse enjoyment from making others suffer.
I worked with a body builder guy who was always drinking gallons of creatine and stinking up the office. He’d laugh and seemed generally pleased when the rest of us were cursing him and gasping for fresh air.
Once, we had a trip to the West Coast for a conference and our whole section was booked on the same flight.
Word got out that a couple of the guys were planning on eating a bunch of baked beans the night before to make Mr. Creatine suffer.
Not to be outdone, Mr Creatine ingests some concoction of baking soda and some type of beans & cheese mix before boarding the flight.
I was about three rows back from them and couldn’t really smell anything, until for some reason, they decided to join forces against me, and started alternately coming back to my seat to let rip.
I was so damned mad at first, but I eventually got the giggles at the absurdity of the situation.
I got revenge on them later, but that’s another story, what’s yours?
I bring my 3 dogs to work with me everyday. One woman brings her two dogs and another woman brings one dog. When there is flatulence the dogs always get blamed.
I work with an older woman whose ass is always leaking. I don’t smell it much, thankfully. I just hear blurpblurpblurp about 10 times a day. Reminds me of my grandma at Walmart when I was a kid.