Better Out Than In...Or Is It?

I consider myself to be a pretty well mannered person. I pick up random garbage on the ground and throw it away, I usually say thank you and please and I ALWAYS excuse myself if I'm guilty of a little eructation. It's a general rule that I think most polite human beings should apply when such things occur. But apparently the rules don't apply to all.

I'm sitting here, minding my own beeswax and actually working whilst listening to some sweet KT, when all of a sudden a big, fat, juicy belch comes billowing through the hallway of my office building from the breakroom (which just so happens to be directly across the hall from my office; lucky me) and drowns out "False Alarm" just as it was building to a good part. It's a good thing that I had my hair up or I have a feeling that it would have been blown into a disheveled mess...or maybe even ripped from my scalp. Serioiusly, it lasted a good 15 seconds and had a reading of 198dBs.

After containing my disgust and holding in the unbearable urge to toss my cookies, I naturally ran out of my office to find the burpetrator (I couldn't resist it). I didn't even have to walk in all of the way to see the suspects: two new truck drivers that we just hired. I don't know either of their names yet, so I'll call one Beanie McBeardface and the other one Curly Mullet McGee. Now, I'm really not trying to discriminate against these guys just because of their profession, but I'm not going to lie and say that it won't be hard not to picture whichever one of the two guys belched as a complete pig for the remainder of time that we work at the same location. But I am determined to find out who it was that cared to share the outcomings of a past meal with the entire building without excusing himself.

I'll post updates on any developments in my investigation as I'm assuming that this will be a regular occurance. In the meantime, I'm going to request that my office be relocated.