corporate heathens

I worth with some heathens during the day. Case in point- somebody busted ass in the elevator yesterday. I stepped in the elevator and almost immediately threw up. I got off a floor early and walked upstairs. And wouldn't you know, the same idiot had busted ass in the enclosed fourth floor lobby. How do I know? Because it was the same fetid stench as in the elevator, that's how. Like a tiny rotting goat carcass had been stuffed with the sum of humanity's evils (and a pint of cottage cheese) and shoved up the offender's backside. Terrible.