Elevator's stench

Like I had mentioned earlier, because of lack of sleep, today was going to be a day from hell and it did. As soon as I get to work, I walk inside the building and waiting in the lobby on the 2nd floor to catch the elevator that goes to my floor, a few people walked behind me and started to wait along with me. Now before I say anything more and you all jump to a conclusion, let me tell you, I have nothing against fat people but I do have something against people who are fat and stink like skunk. Back to my story, well amongst the people waiting in the lobby with me, there was this fat man, who stood at the very end of the lobby, just by the entrance. There were about 5 of us waiting so one elevator finally made its way down, stopping at each floor, spitting all the people out, to work as slaves until they finish their 8 hours of hard work and then bring them all back, down. Well since I was the first one to get there in the lobby and to wait, I got in the elevator first and one by one we all got in, with the fat guy entering last. As he got near, a sudden stench filled in the air and made it hard to breath. GROSS! I wondered for a few seconds who farted. As the elevator doors closed and the elevator started to shoot up, we all pressed our destination floor number to make sure we get off on the right floor. I was standing at the very corner on the left hand side by the buttons, another person opposite to me, another one on the end corner and another person on the opposite end and one person in the middle back and the fat guy stood right in the center. As he came near me to press his floor I figured out where that gross stench is coming from. OMG I cannot breath, terrorist, stop stop, let me out, please god help me, save me save me, may-day may-day, OMG OMFG is what went on my mind. Keep in mind, my floor is the 30th floor and the fat guy was going to the 36th floor which is the exec floor but he looked like a douche. He had big moustache which was not trimmed properly, he had hair popping out of his nose and ears and he was fatter than fat bastard, literally. During my observation from 2nd floor to the 30th floor, I noticed that his tummy was so big, the XXXXXXL (assumption) t-shirt he wore did not keep his tummy tucked in his pants, it was overflowing from the t-shirt. His buttons were undone and hair stuck out of his chest, he was wearing jeans 10 sizes too small and a belt that felt like a whole cow had to die to make one belt for the smelly fat bastard.

The elevator made a couple stops and people got off, in the end it was just me and the fat bastard. I was hoping when is my 30th floor coming so I can get out and breath fresh air. I was suffocating, the fat bastard, even without touching me, was suffocating me. Gulp! Gulp! Gulp! Please god, is it 30th floor yet, oh no, someone had to press the button to go up, "approaching 26th floor, service stop", motherfucker are you kidding me, fuck me, kill me, why me, and the fat bastard. Well in comes this chatty kathie and her friend silent suzie, chatty kathie had a meeting on the 38th floor and silent suzie was her companian in that meeting in seemed. She kept going on and on and on about the meeting and how she did this and did that for her presentation. How she stayed late, and worked early, to make it all nice and neat. BITCH #$###%#*$ can't you shut the fuck up, I am dying here, and can't you smell the shit from fat bastard? I was about to press the emergency stop button when my floor finally came, elevator stopped, "30th floor, going up" the doors opened, I jumped out, cussing the shit out of the chatty kathie, and the fat bastard and I said godspeed to silent suzie.

I took a deep breath, fresh air, yeah, I am going to survive, only to slave 8 precious hours of my life at this fucked up place.