So, I'm sitting in my office (actually cubicle) all alone. Not a soul in here but me. I have headphones on because I am super jamming out to The Shins (please forgive me, Jody). Well, not necessarily jamming as it is hard to jam to The Shins. Anyway, it's just me in my headphones.
A minute ago, a sudden smell wafted across my nose. It was fart smell. It was. No doubt. Big old fart smell. And, I didn't do it!
Do you know how creepy it is to suddenly smell a big fart when no one is in the building. Really, me and like two people two floors away. Do we have ghosts that poot? It's a new building. We can't have ghosts. And before this building was just an airport runway. No respectful ghost will haunt a runway where no airplane crashes happened.
So, now I am all weirded out. I guess security might have come in and done it. But, that doesn't seem like something they would do. And they would have hollered until I heard them. Unless that tried to holler, tooted instead, and ran away. Or maybe they saw a ghost of runways part, and that scared an air biscuit out of their booty.
I have no idea. It was creepy thought. Rogue farts are coming to get me. I am not sure that is okay with me.
If I never write in this again, it is because I was ax (or is it axe? And why are their two spellings of it? I may have to look this up.) murdered by crazy lunatic murder with gas. Just my luck. The last thing I smell is a fart.
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