Me thinks the lady doth protest (her innocence) too much, and there are times, if not in the elevator, when a sneaky one wriggles its way free from between her tightened butt cheeks in lock-down and into the unsuspecting world, thus surprising the olfactory organs of most, and causing them all to look for somebody (else) to blame because it was almost inaudible in the hustle and bustle of their busy
lives.
