Do you know what I hate?I hate it when I go into the small bathroom at work, and the guy who was there just before me made it smell really bad, but I put up with it and go pee, but then when I’m washing my hands another guy comes in and smells the bad smell, and he gives me this weird look like “God, man, what is wrong with you?”, but I don’t feel comfortable saying “it wasn’t me, it was the guy before me”, ’cause everyone knows that “he who denies it supplies it” (although I suppose one could counter with “he who smelt it dealt it”), so then I spend the rest of the day worrying that colleagues think I have a digestive track problem.That’s what I hate.