Is there anything more rude and inconsiderate than microwaving popcorn, which to me smells like bagged, hot vomit, in an office building which houses several hundred employees?
Along with heat, I think smell rises, because I’m on the top floor and it smells like I shoved my head into a garbage dump filled with buttered used diapers and sour milk.
I’m going to be sick. And if I don’t be sick, it will be some sort of physiological and biological science-based miracle. I’m getting sweaty and that’s stage two of the Five Stages of Puking.
Stage 1 – Oogly stomach.
Stage 2 – Sweaty palms and feet.
Stage 3 – Lump in throat.
Stage 4 – Excessive saliva.
Stage 5 – Up-chucking lunch.
I’m going to find the offender and puke in their recycling bin.