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Author: aLmich
Its 12.37 AM Thursday last week, after purchasing and sipping my bi-monthly cup of joe. I rolled through Emerald and Whatever street to get to my "new job site". I was energized from the night before after re-watching the boxing re-match of Morales vs. Pacquiao. Dressed up and sporting my hot new Artwork sandals, I rushed into the first elevator in sight to get to 31st
floor. As I get into the elevator I noticed this blue-eyed ash brown haired guy in what seemed-like green scrubs. He greeted me good morning and grins, I was instantly mesmerized, ok I seldom see anyone [handsome] on the elevators particularly on a Thursday morn. So my head was craning to get a look at he's ID and get a glimpse of his name and/or department. He complimented on my sandals and told me he's never seen anything like that before [*duh!]. Ofcourse the loser that I am remembered the scene in "Legally Blonde" where the pool boy comments on Reese Whitherspoon's last season's prada shoes and the guy turned out to be fruity. I said thank you and thought "Oh man, too bad he's too cute to be a fruitcake". Then the elevator stopped on the 3rd floor and in came a 200+ pound woman. I had to scoot over to the left side and make space for the woman while fruitcake settled to the right. After settling herself in the middle she kept yappin about how hot it was in the elevator and started to use her folder to fan off herself.
Fruitcake and I are rolling our eyes with wonder why she's so agitated and trying to prevent from bursting into laughter. Then I started to smell something utterly repugnant, if you know me personally I have high tolerance threshold for awful smelling stench because I grew up in filth. I couldn't figure out who released the unfathomable smell because they both looked nonchalant. But whoever it was just released the ultimate bombshell and I felt like I was gonna suffocate in there. The trip from the 3rd floor to the 31st floor seemed like forever. You know what they say about silent fart bombs they are DEADLY! I could feel my stomach churning ready to regurgitate the coffee I just drank. Finally the elevator stopped and I hastily moved to the front while waiting for the door to open. As soon as the door opened ran out in disgust with my sandals almost got caught at the closing elevator door. "Bakit? Anong nangyari?" said Manong Guard. I said nothing and that I was fine and said my thanks as I walked swiftly to the office. I felt relief that I was again breathing fresh air and that my sandals are unharmed.
Good Morning Al! said the Biometrics when I logged.. huh! talking about good mOUrning *he he he
