Today, I got into the elevator right after the guy in it had farted his lunch out. I could have made an emergency exit on the next floor but foolishly decided to hold my breath instead. All out of concern to not hurt the culprit’s feelings. (There was a reason after all for that awkward grin on his face…) Seeing as how it was a trip all the way to the ground floor from the 8th, I deserve praise and more importantly- sympathy.
So I learnt two things today:
1. I am not very good at breath control.
2. That man is a non-vegetarian!