An Apologetic Air

You held the door open and smiled as I jogged my way down the hall towards the exit. “No Problem” you chimed, a melody in those words, as I thanked you and picked up the pace.

What you didn’t know and what I now regret was that I was running away from an unfortunately inspired gaseous release. As I ran past and into the cool November air the stench climbed and met my nose, chasing me down the street and undoubtedly assaulting you in its wake. Hopefully it did not extinguish your smile or sully your song.