I don't like bologna anyway. It's like the hot-dog of lunchmeats.
Here's how lunch played out today:
Co-worker #1 brings a bologna sandwich in a wonderbread container.
Co-worker #2 and I have already finished our burgers.
3 minutes later we are greeted with a rancid wave of smell like onions and cheetos marinated in mayonaisse.
Co-worker #3 walks in and says "What IS that?"
10 minutes later: The fan is on. I've covered my face with a scarf. I've gagged.
Co-worker #2 to Co-worker #1 "Your stale lunchmeat smells like a trail of tears [another term for crop-dusting, apparently]. And it's just not giving up."