“Hey dude,” my co-worker said, “You’ve got to come over here.” He was jumping around and for a second I thought he had to go take a piss.

“What’s up?” I said, looking up from my desk, a little annoyed that he broke my concentration as I was working so hard, but making it look so easy (No comments from people I work with on this please - don’t spoil the hard worker illusion).

“You got to come over here! I got something to show you” He grabbed me by the arm and started leading me out into the hall. He was all excited like a wide eyed kid on Christmas morning. He had a big smile on his face and he was breathing hard, “You’ve got to smell this”

That’s when I pulled back from him, “Dude, what the hell is wrong with you? I’m not going to go smell anything.” I was starting to think my co-worker was a lot freakier than I had previously thought and I thought he was pretty freaky before.

“Come on” He begged. In all the time that I’ve known him I’ve never seen him this excited. “Come on, you go tot smell this. Someone took a huge dump in the restroom and it smells so disgusting .” It was funny because in my head I could almost see him break out into a song and dance:

It stinks
It stinks
So baaaaaaaad

(back-up singers) It stinks so bad

I don’t know what kind of lunch this person had
They took a dump and now it stinks so bad

(back-up singers) It stinks so bad

I was going to use the restroom
But I think I’ll pass
I can’t breathe air
That was blown out someone else’s ass

(back-up singers) blown out their ass, blown out their ass

It’s really bad
You can smell it in the hall
I just hope it doesn’t kill us all

It stinks
It stinks
So baaaaaaaad

(back-up singers) It stinks so bad

“Come on” His voice brought me back to reality. He pulled my sleeve again, trying to drag me down the hall.

“Whoa,” I said. “I’m definitely not going to go in the restroom if someone took a massive dump in there.”

“Come on, you got to. It’s really bad.”

I couldn’t figure out why in the world he’d want me to go in the restroom after someone else took a dump in there. “Dude, give me one good reason why you’d even think I’d want to go in there.”

He looked me straight in the eye and said, “Think about it. You can write about it in your blog and I bet people will comment on it. You know, you‘re latest blog posts have been lacking something” I just looked at him as he smiled knowing that he had gotten my attention and that it probably wouldn’t be long before I would walk into the restroom.

“Ah crap!” I didn’t know what to say except, “If I go in there it stays between you, me and whoever reads the blog.”

He was jumping around again. “Yeah, ok - whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

“And what do you mean my latest posts have been lacking something?”

“Just go in there.”

“The things I’ll do for a blog post, “ I mumbled as I walked into the restroom.