We all run into that one person who has seen us a thousand times before but yet they seem to forget who we are depending on how we look or smell that day.  It is at that point I hear the circus music my brain filters on double duty in attempt to prevent  the ass in the box  from popping up. I always have one thought that lingers in the back of my head as I pass by their glorious air of distinction.

 If you could customize your very own Ass in the Box what gaseous fumes would be emitted to that very special person?