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chanter1944) wrote2019-07-26 08:03 pm
chanter1944) wrote2019-07-26 08:03 pm
well, I think that expired...
Written on the work computer this morning, then e-mailed over and lightly edited for the sake of elaboration.
Me: *sniffs* *sniffs*
Me: Ewwwww.
Me: Hey T, are you in audible distance? Something smells funky up here. Is it just me?
T the clever coworker, who is in fact in audible distance: I smell that too! I thought it was my trash, but it's empty.
Me: And there's just a granola bar wrapper in mine.
Us: *proceed to literally sniff around*
M the new coworker: Somebody [name is too muffled to make out] made some popcorn earlier.
T the clever coworker: Oh. Hang on. *exits, stage microwave, then comes back* Yep, he made some popcorn.
Me: It smells like somebody imbued it with some evil.
T the clever coworker, clearly referencing demons and exorcisms: Latin popcorn.
Me: Akumatized popcorn.
He didn't get it.
Granted I don't imagine you could akumatize popcorn in its usual form, but still. Peeeeeee-u!
An hour after the initial conversation, it still stinks like corrupted kernels up here. This isn't burnt, as that just smells like dark incense. It's... bile sickly. And rather sickening. I'd open a window, but we don't have any, and the ventilation system isn't clearing it out. Yuck! :(
*sniffs forearm, which smells like BPAL perfume*
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!
Me: *sniffs* *sniffs*
Me: Ewwwww.
Me: Hey T, are you in audible distance? Something smells funky up here. Is it just me?
T the clever coworker, who is in fact in audible distance: I smell that too! I thought it was my trash, but it's empty.
Me: And there's just a granola bar wrapper in mine.
Us: *proceed to literally sniff around*
M the new coworker: Somebody [name is too muffled to make out] made some popcorn earlier.
T the clever coworker: Oh. Hang on. *exits, stage microwave, then comes back* Yep, he made some popcorn.
Me: It smells like somebody imbued it with some evil.
T the clever coworker, clearly referencing demons and exorcisms: Latin popcorn.
Me: Akumatized popcorn.
He didn't get it.
Granted I don't imagine you could akumatize popcorn in its usual form, but still. Peeeeeee-u!
An hour after the initial conversation, it still stinks like corrupted kernels up here. This isn't burnt, as that just smells like dark incense. It's... bile sickly. And rather sickening. I'd open a window, but we don't have any, and the ventilation system isn't clearing it out. Yuck! :(
*sniffs forearm, which smells like BPAL perfume*
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!
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