Gas! Gas! Gas!
This afternoon, I heard my co-worker greet a man who walked into the office. She greeted him in Polish and he yelled,”Gas! Gas! Gas!” I was busy doing paperwork that involved some number crunching, so I wasn’t about to get up unless if it was serious.
He stormed to the back of the building wearing a sick mask. I was thinking that we were having a carbon monoxide problem and that we should probably be evacuated.
After he left, I asked my co-worker if there was something wrong with the building. She said that he was complaining about how our garbage dumpster stinks. She went outside to do a sniff inspection.
After she came back in, she told me that it wasn’t our garbage can – it was his garbage because they have two dogs and they put the doggy business their garbage.
