I did. I walked into the restroom and ran into a wall, of stink!
The restroom is one of those double door jobs. So I get through the first door and open the second and the odor hits me like I walked into a wall. It really was that bad!
As I gasp for air and will my legs to move into a full retreat, the perpetrator of the foul deed ripped a gigantor sized cheesy blaster. That was enough to get my feet headed in the right direction. I'm surprised the mirrors didn't shatter.
Later I noticed who it was. It was this old guy (already retired from another job and working here) who peeled the paint. At least I'll know not to travel in his wake from now on.
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