You walk into a public restroom... maybe at the mall, or possibly at work... the location doesn't really matter that much. All you know is that as soon as you walk in, you are overwhelmed by the leftover scent of the previous visitor. You know by the stench that if you looked in the bathroom stalls, you would find a severely decayed corpse. In ordinary circumstances, you'd just turn around and leave, giving the scent of death some time to dissipate. This time though, you've really got to take a leak.
As you wash your hands after taking care of business, someone else walks in, catches a whiff of the same stench that nearly knocked you out, and gives you the evil eye as if you were the person who left the corpse in the stall. You know what he's thinking, but you don't even bother to defend yourself... partially because you realize he won't believe you, and partially because you understand that explaining that the room already stunk before your arrival would require you to spend a few seconds in the tomb of unending stench... so you walk out, a little disappointed that someone thinks that you left the olefactory napalm. Or if you're really sick, you're upset that you can't truly take credit, because it wasn't your bomb.
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