Chicken Alfredo Fail #2

The Renter made chicken alfredo on Sunday.  I ate my fair share, but as you all know, my system doesn't handle dairy products very well.

Monday morning, 9:00 am.  I let one slide.  Hoping to just release a little gas I instead let out the most foul smelling fart ever, at least as far as my professional career considered.

It stunk.  I prayed no one would walk into my office.  If no one walked into my office I would be ok, at least that's what I thought.

Co-worker: Why does it smell like a fart in here?

He was 20 ft away.  My fart had drifted out of my office and hit the common area.

I, of course, took full credit for my masterpiece.