A moment.
A co-worker just came in with a foot-long from Subway containing an insane number of peppers and onions, laughing and joking around about eating her "stinky sandwich". Why do I care? Because my office is right next to the break room. That's why.

There is nothing that pisses me off faster than being unwillingly subjected to unpleasant smells for long periods of time. This is not a pregnancy thing. I've always been like this. Just ask Allison.

GRR.