One of my coworkers just stopped by my cube. He wanted to stand on one of my chairs, allowing him to poke his head over the 5-foot-tall walls and talk to my neighbors without going into their cubes. It's not as weird as it sounds. We all do this sort of thing often. It's fun and breaks the tedium.
However, this coworker, upon hoisting himself up onto my chair, farted. Stinkily.
I don't mind if you use my cube for jokes and fun. And I understand that everybody toots. But if you're gonna let one rip in my cube, either make sure that it's one of the odorless ones or that we're good enough friends to withstand the turbulence of your nasal warfare.
Not cool, dude. Not cool.
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