So there I was at a bar last night, enjoying a post-dinner drink with a friend. We sat at a table along the wall. A large group of people stood between us and the bar.
Suddenly, one dude broke away from his friends and made his way toward the bathroom, passing by our table.
In his wake? A noxious, invisible cloud of stank.
We were cropdusted.
Not cool.
KEN WHEATON 