This Means War

Someone just pooted in my cube.

Just stood here, discussing a problem, and cut one.

Now, it was an SBD (silent but deadly, for those who aren't up on third-grade lingo), so I suppose he thought it would go unnoticed.

But, when it was obvious I smelled it, what did he do? Nothing.

Of course, I'm not sure how it could have been handled more gracefully.

*sigh* it's gonna be one of those days.

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