07/24/2026 from Daily Jokes
#22454
The mirrored walls of the elevator in the city’s most exclusive, high-rise apartment building gleamed under the soft, ambient lighting. Inside stood an older woman in a simple, sensible cardigan, quietly clutching her handbag.
The doors slid open on the ground floor, and a stunning, impeccably dressed young woman stepped in. She carried herself with an air of absolute superiority. She turned to the older woman, gave a haughty little sniff of the air, and announced with a smug, condescending smile, “Ralph Lauren Romance. One hundred and eighty dollars an ounce.”
The older woman just blinked politely and said nothing.
A moment later, the doors opened again on the second floor. Another gorgeous, fashionably clad young woman glided in. She, too, looked the older woman up and down before tossing her perfectly styled hair and declaring, “Chanel No. 5. Two hundred and twenty dollars.”
The two young women exchanged a knowing, superior smirk, clearly enjoying their little game of olfactory one-upmanship. The older woman remained completely silent, her expression unreadable as she stared straight ahead at the floor numbers lighting up.
Ding. The third floor.
The older woman’s destination. She turned slowly to face the two glamorous women. She looked them both dead in the eye, let out a loud, unapologetic, rumbling fart that echoed perfectly off the mirrored walls, and said with absolute, deadpan sincerity:
“Heinz Baked Beans. One dollar and fifty cents.”
