Gas Leaks

I'm going to share something with you, the reader of this blog, that yuo may not have been aware of. I sometimes suffer from "gas". You know, the Pizza that had too much salami, , the garlic cheesy beans that had too much, well, everything. IT causes gas. And that gas has to leave somehow. It's a pretty natural thing, although I do admit that being strongly affected by smells, it's not exactly a pleasantly natural thing.

OK, so you're up to speed. It's a natural thing, it's a bit unpleasant but it's necessary. What is totally unnecessary is for you to walk into my office, start going through some files (which is OK), and to then fumigate the room with such apparent zeal that the paint starts peeling on the monitor. Oh, wait, that's not paint. The plastic is corroding. Great. And then, when I look at you expectantly (trying really hard to hold my breath because we BOTH know where that smell is coming from and it isn't from the ears. Well, we hope it isn't from the ears.) you sort of gaze back at me with this placid expression that belies the fact that you're obviously trying really hard to ignore the fact that the paint on the drawers is busy bubbling, and some poor soul walking past the door just passed out.

"Err, oops. Sorry about that" may be a little bit embarassing, but really, there are TWO of us in here, and I know it wasn't me. At least she didn't try to blame the penguin.