#elevatorfart

So there I was, riding an elevator down to the lobby when farting crossed my mind. Never a good idea, I fought off the urge and couldn't have been happier because seconds later I was joined on the elevator by three women. Narrowly escaping a potentially awkward situation (and hilarious to everyone but me and the three poor ladies), I turned to greet them and noticed quickly that I was the odd man out. Not because I was a man or because a moment earlier I was thinking about Dutch-Elevatoring them, but because they were all communicating with sign language.