I work on the 12th floor of an office building. I’m on my way down in the elevator for lunch today. We stop on 10 and a big bunch of people get on. Suddenly we are crowded like sardines, with the usual jokes. The door closes, the elevator starts down…and Jack farts.
And farts.
And farts.
His fart lasted three floors! And stank like something had crawled up inside him and died. I know it was Jack because the young lady standing next to him hauled off and hit him while yelling “JACK YOU GODDAM PIG!” And then she hit him again.
I was hoping she would stomp him down to the floor but no luck there.
Jack, old buddy, there’s a time and a place for everything. You missed on both counts, you goddam pig.
People get upset over the weirdest things sometimes.
This seems like something very small to get upset over. There could be something medically wrong with him. IMHO, getting upset over someone farting is rather silly.
If Jack had waited until he was outside and no one was around, it would have been okay, but doing what he did in a confined space with others just inches away is not cool.
What kind of weirdo would do such a thing?! Everybody knows that you’re supposed to wait until you’re getting out of the elevator so you can crop-dust the people who are staying in it!
You don’t get out much do you? Try walking in downtown Philly and look at some young guy the wrong way. Especially if he’s with his “crew” and he needs to look tough.
He’ll be more than mad. And you’ll be wishing you weren’t so arrogant.
Sometimes not farting in the elevator, and not looking at people the wrong way, is the better course of action.