I just want to rant because my spirit has not been at peace since that incident. There is this one guy in my place of work, and I don’t know if his ancestors signed a covenant with beans, because every single morning, this man must eat beans before coming to work. And the thing is, his system does not process beans quietly. It always comes out in the most violent, unfriendly fart you can imagine. Now, on this unfortunate day, I was in my office alone, just minding my business. The beans ambassador walked in, we exchanged greetings, and before I knew what was happening, GBAM!. He dropped his usual present. Unlike before, where he just drops the usual one, on this very day, what he released into my office was a world-ending fart. He then stylishly walked out, leaving me there to suffer. Five minutes later, it was still smelling. That was how this lady walked in to drop a document. Immediately she entered, she squeezed her face. She quickly dropped the paper and rushed out. The way she looked at me ehn, I am 100 percent sure she thinks I was the one who committed the crime. It’s been two weeks now, and anytime I see her, I feel like shouting, “Madam, it was not me o!” But how do I even explain myself without sounding guilty? Please, if you were in my shoes, what would you do?