Bean's Breath

I am notorious in my office for my insatiable appetite. I eat all of the time. I look forward to employees’ birthdays, holiday and when anyone brings in treats. I eat them in abundance and everyone knows it. I am often teased about it, but I don’t mind as long as they keep tasty treats coming in…

A guy in our office whom we call Banana brought in cookies the other day. They are almost gone, and although normally I have brought-upsies and wouldn’t eat the last of someone’s food, in this office I do not care. If there is food left, I have no problem polishing off the remainder of it. Yesterday, as I reached into the cookie container Bean (another guy in our office) walked by, stopped and talked with me for a second and moved on. As I began to pull my handful of cookies out of the canister I smelled this sour-from-hell smell. Bean’s breath.



Bean has some serious issues with his breath, it is well known around the office. It literally makes you sick to your stomach to smell. Standing three feet away you can smell this searing sour stench of wretchedness… and I was blasted. I placed the lid back on and walked away, unable to fathom placing any food in my mouth with this nasty smell permeating my nose.

I think I may have found a new diet plan…