Around six o’clock last night my office started to smell. At first it was a subtle putrid smell, like rotten eggs or sour milk. A few minutes passed and the smell intensified. Within a half an hour all of the office windows were and doors were open. The frigid autumn air was much more bearable then the horrible smell.
Around six-ten, before the smell had reached its full potency, I grew curious. Where was it coming from? I wondered. I donned my fake fedora and cracked an imaginary bull whip, it was adventure time.
Finding a smell isn’t as easy as following your nose, especially when the stench burns your nostrils. So I decided to search in the obvious places first. I explored the upstairs kitchen but was unable to locate anything unusual. Next I entered both of the upstairs bathrooms but they were both normal as well. On my fourth attempt I struck gold…well not really.
I opened up the second floor men’s bathroom and was overwhelmed by the smell of raw sewage. The stench was so pungent that I could feel its moisture in the air. I glanced into the men’s urinal, an old floor length monstrosity, and noticed brown sewagey shit bubbling from its drain. While I am a seasoned adventurer, I know when I cannot over come an obstacle; this was one of those untackleable obstacles. I fled, I fed so fast my imaginary Fedora flew off my head and into to the tepid tan waste.
When I returned to my cubicle I worked for a few minutes as the stench grew. Finally it overwhelmed me. So I went home.
The end.
