About four years ago I was out late on a Thursday evening and got drunk as hell. Just like everyone else, I tend to get hungry for very bad food when I am drunk. White Castle was one of two places I typically went for a late night snack. So I picked up a sack of sliders and headed home.
The next day I went to work hungover and dealt with some major intestinal issues. MAJOR.
Our cubes were fairly large and spread out. I thought I had enough privacy that I could fire off some small farts undetected. This went on for an hour or so, with every fart starting to smell worse and worse. I knew it was time to head to the bathroom when I let one go (why is it that the warmer the fart, the more it stinks?) and my eyes began to water. I typically enjoy the scent of my own, but this was ridiculous. Not only that, but I had to pinch the fart off early because I thought it was going solid.
I stood up and headed to the bathroom. QUICKLY. In one quick motion I closed the stall door, unbuckled my belt, sat down, and cut loose. MAJOR assplosion. The stench was horrific. I'm quite certain that I can handle any odor after smelling what crawled out of my ass that day.
Not feeling 100%, but feeling MUCH better, I strolled back to my cube. Upon reaching our department I noticed an overwhelming presence of Lysol. As soon as I sat down my team leader walked into my cube, laughing hysterically. "Dude, was that you?"
I fessed up. "Yeah, sorry."
He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Hey no problem. By the way, we have a quick meeting in five minutes."
So our boss assembled all of us, minus our two newest female employees, in a small storage room. A very odd location for a meeting, to say the least. My boss was tiny and cute and sort of resembled Pat Benatar. She got right to the point. "Listen, I am not looking at anyone, and I am not making any accusations. About five minutes ago I walked through your department and I swear I thought I was going to step in a pile of shit. We have two new employees and we need to learn how to respect each other's personal space."
I quickly apologized, at which point everyone busted out laughing.
After the meeting I learned that it was true -- while I was in the bathroom, she did indeed walk through our department, and she was indeed horrified. Apparently she was rushing up to everyone holding her nose and saying, "Do you smell THAT?!?!? WHAT is that!?!? Ohmygod can you smell that!?!?" She then went and grabbed her boss and insisted that he walk through the department and witness my aroma. He couldn't take it, and walked back to his office with tears of laughter rolling down his cheeks.
I do in fact blame White Castle for this incident.
You might think that one incident is not enough to hold a fine establishment like White Castle accountable; if that is the case, please read on.
Two years ago I was sitting at work recovering from yet another hangover. Once again, I had stopped at White Castle after drinking lethal amounts of beer. This office was without a doubt the most bizarre office I have ever worked in. Every single employee could have been fired for sexual harassment (the women were worse then the guys); the f-bomb was the most frequently used word. Based on that, I wasn't too concerned about people smelling my ass. I never made any effort to muffle my farts or cover up the stench.
On this particular day, I was losing a battle with my intestines. I had to walk to the other side of the office to drop off some documents (this was a very small office), and during my walk I managed to crop-dust the entire region. Upon returning to my cube, I decided it was time to head to the bathroom and unleash the beast. If I recall correctly, it was standard-issue beer shit: messy and yellowish in color, coupled with a coma-inducing odor.
Ten minutes later I returned to my cube and found my cubicle neighbor crying. She was the same age as me and was at the time seven months pregnant. I hated this woman. I quickly asked, "What the fuck is your problem? Why are you crying?"
She snapped back, "I always cry when I throw up."
As if I didn't know. "Why did you throw up?"
"Because of you! Because your ass smelled up this entire office and made me ill."
Ironically, as a young man in my late teens and early twenties, I had an iron gut. I could eat anything without any repercussions. Nowadays there are certain things I must stay away from sober, let alone when I have been drinking. I believe White Castle was the first establishment and/or food that I proactively banned myself from.
If you don't believe the stench is THAT bad, I will conclude with this: I have friends who refused to hang out with me if they knew I had eaten White Castle the night before.