I'll tell you what smells bad...old lettuce. I had a salad leftover from a lunch sometime before turkey day. It was in my little office fridge, forgotten and rotten. I opened up the fridge yesterday to put in some apple pie and was assaulted by one of the worst smells ever. I quickly took it straight to a department trash can in a common area. As the day went on and it warmed up it was really stinking up the place. I kept quiet as several people asked what the hell that smell was. It did prompt someone to decide it was the dirty microwave so they scrubbed that clean for once, so I guess it did have a positive outcome.
That isn't irony, but it's really funny nonetheless.
I'll tell you what smells bad...old lettuce. I had a salad leftover from a lunch sometime before turkey day. It was in my little office fridge, forgotten and rotten. I opened up the fridge yesterday to put in some apple pie and was assaulted by one of the worst smells ever. I quickly took it straight to a department trash can in a common area. As the day went on and it warmed up it was really stinking up the place. I kept quiet as several people asked what the hell that smell was. It did prompt someone to decide it was the dirty microwave so they scrubbed that clean for once, so I guess it did have a positive outcome.
Cool story, bro. ;-p
Maybe like Alanis Morrisette's definition of irony?