You Don't Wanna Cause A Stink

When we returned from lunch, we couldn't help but notice that the office smelled like poop. The stench had apparently originated in the men's bathroom and then wafted its way out to the rest of the building in an almost visible fog. We tried our best to breathe through our mouths, but it was hard to get any work done in such an offensive atmosphere. I suspected Jack from the very beginning, but my worst fears were confirmed when Jack stood up from his desk shortly after our return from lunch and, whistling, went into the bathroom, lingered in there for over ten minutes, and then came out, still whistling. He was the only one to not comment on the smell while the rest of gagged and giggled and pinched our noses, and he was the only one who could stand to go into the bathroom and not only stay in there for an extended period of time but also not pass out or seem even mildly put off. You never mind the smell of poop when it's your own poop. And this time, I am sure it was Jack's poop.