This is something that I've been tempted to yell and scream and complain about, but have kept to myself for a long time. I need an outlet, and dear readers, today you're going to be just that. I'm sorry to bring a subject like this up, but I need release. Here goes.

Every day, one of my co-workers goes into the bathroom just down the hall from my office, takes a gigantic dump, and, upon leaving, closes the door nice and tight to seal that scent in as a sort of surprise gift for the next person who needs to use the facilities. Every day.

Would it kill you to open the window, for chrissake?

OK. That went better than expected. Now we can move on. Or at least I can.
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