Gas Chamber

All the entryways into my work building have vestibules. There's an exterior door, an interior door, and space to stand between them when they're both closed. It's a little pocket barrier to keep the world's atmosphere outside and the climate controlled environment inside.

The way it works is you enter the first door and any hot/cold weather that follows you in gets stopped by the interior door. By the time you open the interior door, the exterior door has shut, keeping the rest of the hot/cold weather outside. At most, just a little hot/cold residual temp gets past the interior door as you pass through where it dies a quick, climate controlled death.

Despite the frequent opening and closing of both interior and exterior doors, the vestibules don't get a lot of fresh air. There's no good cross breeze to circulate the air in there. When one door closes, another one opens, of course; but they're never open at the same time, you see. And when the weather is hot like it has been this week, it gets downright stuffy and warm in there.

Image a warm, stuffy, closet-sized space on a 90 degree day. It's unpleasant, but you're in there only a moment, so it's fine.

Well, today someone decided the main vestibule was a good place to release a nice, juicy fart bomb. Skillfully, nay, masterfully placed. Steamy, moist, and trapped in a hot door sandwich.

That took some real talent, forethought, and discipline. 

Truly, we hire only the best.