I just had such a Roseanne Rosannadanna moment. I got on the elevator at my office to go downstairs, and it totally smelled like ass. I thought I was gonna die. I thought, “Oh, *please *don’t let anyone else get on.” So of course, the very next floor, the door opens and this Very Handsome Man gets on.
I wanted to say, “I *swear *to you the elevator smelled like this when I got on! It wasn’t me!” And the more I thought about him going, “Hey, Roseanne Rosannadanna, this elevator smells like ass–whaddaya tryin’ to do, make me sick?” the more I started to laugh, which of course only made things worse.
Oh, well, it just goes to show you, it’s always somethin’.