…and everybody looked at me like I left 'em laying around!
Aaaaarrrgh! I hate that feeling and it happened to me twice in the span of five minutes. There I was minding my own business, I needed to get up and take a quick stretch from my desk at work. I can’t sit for to long usually and get up a couple of times an hour just to take a quick stroll up the aisle and back. But, this time! This time I walked to the end of the aisle…smiled at the people walking down, smelled a raunchy pocket of stench(just as the people walked by me) and did the ‘It wasn’t me shrug’. They didn’t buy it…damn, I took the blame for the ‘Masked Gassed Avenger!!!’.
Ok, so a couple of minutes later I’d just finished my soda and headed to get another…just as I put my money in the machine…bam!!! another one. It snuck up right beside me and moved in. I reach down, grab my soda and turn around. There’s two other people there looking at me like I’ve just crapped my pants in the break room…Well, I didn’t even attempt the shrug this time and just walked off and slinked back to my desk.
I’m either being followed by a gaseous ghost or I can’t feel myself when I fart anymore…either way, I’ve been cursed today.