Here's the scenario. On a hot tuesday afternoon,you're wearing a suit and you're stuck inside a hot crowded elevator. The air in the small space is barely breathable with the stenchy combination of mouth odors and damp undeodorised armpits.
Beads of sweat form on your forehead and slowly roll down your face.
At this point you're pissed .It seems this Popular Government building in Port Harcourt (names withheld) haven't serviced their elevators since the Country's Independence.The doors simply refuse to open.You and the other nine or ten occupants of this metallic box are trapped.
Now, just when you think things couldn't get any worse, somebody FARTS!
A silent fart.
And not just any silent fart,the HALL-OF-FAME- MOTHER of all silent farts.
The kind that demonically assaults nostrils and makes dizzy.
Guys, this was no joke.It was the dilemma I found my self in last week.And trust me it wasn't funny.
In a few seconds, the foulness of the fart mingled with the heat, and already
terrible mouth and armpit odors, to form a Vile stench that felt like the presence of an evil spirit.
All around me, people were murmuring and making uncomfortable sounds.We stared at each other suspiciously as if to discern the identity of the culprit.But it was pointless.Whom ever the "FARTER" was, he/she was in there with with us, disguised in the same look of disgust.
