Nothing on earth is more proper than an Avon saleslady trying to make a sale. there was just such a lady, naturally shy, as well as an Avon saleslady. She was on the seventyfifth floor of a high rise building when she had to pass gas worse than she ever had in her life. Just as she was about to panic an express elevator stopped right beside her. She was on it like a shot, and as it started down she let it rip. An awful green clowd permeated that car, and in desperation she reached into her bag and pulled out a can of PINE WOODS MIST, and hosed that car down. Since it was an express it only stopped every twenty fifth floor. At the fiftieth floor, the car stopped and the door opened, and Okie staggered in, well into his cups. He made his way into the car, sniffed, and said, "Jesus, what's that smell?" The Avon saleslady held out the can of pine woods mist, and said, "what does it smell like?" Okie sniffed again and said, "I swear to God, if I didn't know better, I'd say someone crapped a Christmas tree."