Amazing things happen when you are bored at work. I came across the below website while Google imaging a picture of a hot dog to send to a co-worker. Context will not save me here, but, for about two months, there was this recurring smell of hot dogs in our area; I guess this was my way of exploring creative ways to complain about it. We never actually identified the source of the phantom stench, but, I always suspected (and still do) that it was the hoggish secretary around the corner - affectionately referred to as "Wench" - who consumes a steady diet of weight loss supplements, pop chips and overripe fruit. (We suspect the latter is for purposes of clandestinely catching a mid-day buzz.)
