Fifi and I are seriously thinking of moving to another area. Where people don't fart in the lifts!
Yesterday as we were walking towards our building from the parking lot, we were talking about how great our weekend had been and how we couldn't wait to just retire to bed watching the American Music Awards.
We entered the building and patiently waited for the lift. Thirty seconds later a poker-faced man casually strutted out. Well he farted so he had no business looking like there was nothing wrong.
We stay in the lift for at least ten seconds all the time. Please don't fart in the lift. Please don't.
You will forever be remembered as a pig.
And we will die of the smell.