Ever set one off a second before the door closes. Sure, you think you’re home free and that the gas will dissipate before the next stop. It’s then you see a ninja-like arm slice through the gap, forcing the automatic doors to reopen. The unlucky person steps in and instantly you are busted. It could be the jerk from accounting or the probie you were planning to torment anyway. But no. You let one loose prematurely and it is always … always the hot chick in marketing you never had the balls to approach.

Well, look at it this way, snapper head. Now you have something to talk about.