Elevator

As I took the elevator to the third floor, I smell something slightly foul and uncomfortably familiar.

As the elevator putted along I wonder what that smell could be. I believed it was either vomit or old chicken parmigiana heavy ladded with smelly parmigiana cheese.

After the elevator stopped, I walked up to the waiting room front desk counter. Sitting at the end of the counter was an open bag of cheese popcorn.

I guess that was it.