Clue: I was indoors all day, except for a brief excursion to an auto parts store.
Clue: Today is the first day I wore these shoes.
Clue: Same for the shirt.
Clue: Pants straight out of the laundry.
Clue: I took a good shower after working out this morning.
Clue: No untrained animals are ever allowed in the building.
Clue: There is no trace of biological material on the soles of my shoes.
Mystery: Why, since mid-afternoon, has it smelled like dog shit around my cubicle?
Hypothesis: My breath is REALLY bad. (Note: Dentyne Ice didn't fix it. Ew.)
Action: Will test upon acquisition of a kissable subject. Time to go home now.
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16 comments:
I actually thought you'd typed, "Will test upon acquisition of a kielbasa". I was ready to point out the obvious, but no need.
it wasn't just you. fm4 smelled like sh*t today too. actually, every day.
Have you had a vision? The guy in The Shining smelled oranges whenever he had a vision. You just have . . . crappier visions.
Hey, I can finally see Roy's pic!! Maybe you're having a pre-migraine symptom. Sometimes I get olfactory hallucinations before or during one.
Well that stinks!
BTW, thanks for putting a pin on my map. Frappr was messed up for a while -- made the pic of my sister as me.
It's a repressed guilt complex. Like, when you were a little boy one of your chores was cleaning up the dog doo-doo and you never did it, so your mom had to go outside in the pouring rain and gale-force winds, bending over and straining her back to clean up the doo-doo while you were off riding your bike or stealing the neighbors' newspapers off their porches to throw in the pond and litter the crystal-clear water, and all this is now coming back to haunt you in the form of bad smells.
Happens to people all the time.
Clue: My cubicle smells like dog shit since mid afternoon.
Answer: Stop farting into your fabric chair and the odor will subside. It is commonly known that downward rectal pressure into a fabric chair causes a chemical reaction that results in the distinctive odor of dog shit. A dog sniffs his own ass only because he lacks a fabric chair to maintain one's unique odor, thus signifying that "this is my chair".
nah, it's probably not your breath. it's usually hard to smell your own breath. maybe your office mates played a practical joke on you. ;)
PJ, you sound like you've been having weird dreams of late. I think the anonymous person may be right. It's time to swap chairs with someone new.
I am weighing PJ's hypothesis with anonymous chair dude's. Scales tipping towards fart chair.
Maybe it was poop from a trained dog.
Check your trashcan. Not that dog doo is commonly found in trashcans, but it might be the culprit.
God, I HATE that stupid pop-up thingie!!!!!!! I've been trying to make smart-ass comments for 2 days and have become so frustrated at my inability to access the comments because of the DAMNED POP-UP that I am now feeling too subdued to talk trash. You've ruined me.
I HATE that stupid pop-up thingie!
I want to fix it so it ignores links to comments but no luck so far.
There, fixed it. Sometimes I'm a HTML smartie. I'm-a now tell the Snap people what I did.
For the longest time my former office smelled like shit. Not so much actual fecal shit, but shit in the "that smells really bad" sort of way. We had the placed cleaned top to bottom, and the smell remained. One day it occurred to me that we were looking down and maybe should be looking up. Inside the vents? A dead squirrel. Really dead.
Look in your vents.
No. I know dead animal in the wall smell. This was dog shit smell. There really is a difference.
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