well, I think that expired...

Written on the work computer this morning, then e-mailed over and lightly edited for the sake of elaboration.

( The setting: The second floor of a smallish office building, approximately 8 AM )

Added just before hitting post: The second floor of the office continued to smell like popcorn+tuna (my boss's description), or alternatively popcorn+queasiness, well into the afternoon. Not even my spicy pasta lunch could drown it out entirely. ... God it was foul.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming, which may or may not include non-infernal popcorn!