another $2 late fee

I had dropped Erica off, put my new registration sticker on Frankie the Ford Fusion and made my way back home. I pushed the elevator button and waited. One of the elevators is out of action so I knew it would be a minute. I was approached by a husky bearded fellow with a backwards baseball hat and his big doggo. I have run into him before as he takes Fido out to poop at the same time I get back in the morning. Bobby, the guy who cleans our building, came up and started talking to Backwards Hat as we waited. I stood silently minding my own and waited.

Then the damn dog farted. What the hell? At first i thought it was Backwards Hat. But then Fido farted a second time (imagine the squeakiness of letting air out of a balloon). I stepped away and pretended to check my mailbox. The lift came and B-Hat asked me if I wanted to ride with Fido and him. "Thanks but I am going to go grab some coffee." Hell no. What if the elevator breaks and I am stuck with Fido The Gas Dispensary? No thank you.