This band stinks. Bad.
We're talking about the building-permeating smell of someone reheating leftover seafood in the company lunchroom. Seafood of questionable vintage. It's not bad enough that it's seafood, which I don't happen to love anyway; shrimp that's pushing the margins of safety hovers on the edge of gorge-raising. So listen up, coworkers: Next time you're fishing around for something to bring for lunch, do us all a favor and reach for the peanut butter.