If he hasn’t used this idea already, Larry David can thank us later

I got on the elevator at the office alone yesterday, and quickly realized that someone on a previous floor had farted and darted. A full-on mustard gas assault. Then it quickly dawned on me that worst thing wasn’t the five-floor ride up in a fetid assbox—it was going to be explaining to the people waiting for the elevator on my floor that it wasn’t me.