That happened to me once, I went into a phone box after waiting in this queue for ages, when it came to my turn this builder type man who was covered in paint (maybe he kept pigeons) ran out out the box, I thought 'funny'. Anyway, when I got it the box I could tell why he was in such a hurry, he'd dropped his guts (Welsh expression). It stank, I looked round and a drop dead gorgeous woman was standing next for her turn, she did give me a lovely smile. I couldn't breathe in there, I was asphyxiating fast.
I had the most difficult decision I think I'd ever had to make. Did I come out of the booth and this awesome woman would step in, smell the stench and think it was me. Or did I die from (coroners jargon here) inhalation of human anus chocolate starfish contents resulting in all bronchial charred lungus death.
I died, this is my ghost speaking (anyone want next Saturday's lottery numbers)
Jokes aside, it was true, I'm now on a ventilator. Q..