Initially you think to yourself "get over...", then before you're able to complete the thought, the most pungent odor begins to fill the elevator.
This is the point when you realize that he wasn't upset with the fact that you interrupted his private elevator ride. That look was more along the lines of "Damn, I just let one go."
Well this is dedicated to the funky bastard that I got on the elevator with earlier this week.
Bud Light's Real Men of Genius - Mr. Silent Killer Gas Passer
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