I recall a time years ago in which I had eaten a greek gyro and consumed a few bottles of darker, german beer for dinner. The next day at work, I wasnt feeling so hot, and was in a large office \ room that had 6 of us in there. I was all by myself with my stench until one of the other guys (mr GQ, quite the ladies man) came in and scolded me and said I should go "take care of that." Off I went to the bathroom. The funny part is, shortly after I left; a few cute gals from accounting were walking by the office to say hello to mr GQ, caught the stench, and quickly excused themsleves (thinking of course that he was responsible). I wish I could claim that I thought this out beforehand, but it worked well just the same
