... Moments later I hear the roomie head out of her bedroom and into the shower... She passes the bathroom... I hold my breath, "I didn't make a stink, I hope!"
I offer, for your consideration, a sniglet I created while in the Narrows District at Zion's National Park 2 years ago...
These are narrow sandstone corridors formed by water erosion over time. One often needs to walk single file for hundreds of yards in spaces less than 5 feet across... And since it's an extended hike across 20+ miles of active and dry river beds it can take days to pass through. And chances are good that on a hike such as that, someone in the group has consumed an unhealthy portion of beef jerkey, dehydrated meals (lot's o' beans in thar') and granola.
The result is ominous for the affected individual, worse for those who follow behind.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you
snifflash.
Snifflash: the motion of violently moving ones head backward and away from any offending negative smell, usually fart or feces. Often accompanied a feeling of slow motion, as if time stopped and one were stuck in the smell for an extended period of time. Occasionally results in a stiff neck or lasting facial grimace.
Snifflash, use the term appropriately.
Brad, did the roomie suffer any lasting snifflash when she entered the bathroom and discovered from the odor what you had been up to?
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