Monday, February 15, 2010

February 15 - Fart in an Elevator (Stinking it Up When I'm Going Down)

The elevator arrived and Walter got on.
It was empty, but whoever had just gotten off had left behind the nastiest, most demonic egg fart you could imagine. By the time Walter realized this, the doors had closed and he was trapped.
He breathed through his mouth and pressed the button for his floor.
The elevator stopped at the next floor, the doors opened, and a striking brunette Walter had seen around the building got on. Walter nodded awkwardly at her as her face registered a sudden awareness of The Presence.
She pressed the button for her floor and the elevator continued its way up. The ride was interminable and the silence excruciating.
Finally, Walter spoke up.
"Um, yeah. It wasn't me."
"Sorry?"
"I said," he said, moving his head around to refer to the fart without using the F-word,"it wasn't me."
"Oh."
"Awful, isn't it?"
Not turning around to look at him, she reread the cover of the report she held in her hands and then checked her watch. "Yeah."
"Who does that, you know? I mean, if you absolutely have to do, you know, that--I don't know, go to the restroom or, you know, do something. But don't do it on an elevator. I mean, you know?"
"Yeah," she said. "It's pretty rude."
Walter was beginning to feel emboldened. He'd found a kindred spirit, someone else who was anti-fart and unafraid to say so. And speaking of that fart, it had dissipated and was almost completely gone.
Walter cleared his throat and moved in to introduce himself, but the elevator arrived at her floor.
"Well, this is me." She chuckled a bit and then added, "Hang in there," before stepping off and walking down the hall.
Walter's eyes followed her as far as they could before the doors closed--not quite long enough to see where her office was, but at least he knew her floor. He smiled and started thinking of excuses to visit her floor again and run into her in the near future.
And it was a second or two after the doors had closed and the elevator had resumed its climb that Walter discovered that the evil egg fart smell was not just back, but back with a vengeance.

1 comment:

  1. Iam always afraid that will happen to me in an elevator, either as the stinkerupee or the stinkerupor.

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