I was 14 or 15 and my family was on our way to see my brother in GA. We were staying at a hotel in TN and I had gone down to the pool. While there, a really cute girl came in. I was horribly shy at the time, but I had an unprecedented jolt of confidence that night for some reason, probably based on the idea that I'd never see her again.
I started talking to her and we hit it off. We hung out at the pool for quite awhile and then headed to the elevator to go back to our rooms. While walking to the elevator, my stomach started recalling whatever greasy crap we had for dinner, but I was determined to be cool for the remainder of the elevator ride.
We get in, go to the 2nd floor. The doors open up, she says goodbye, touches my arm (a big deal for me at the time), and gets out of the elevator. I'm elated at this point since I was a suave sonofabitch the whole night. As the doors slowly close, I relax and ended up releasing an absolutely paint-peeling fart. It was atrocious, one of those where you can practically see it. You can barely stand it yourself.
Moments, and I mean moments, before the doors fully shut, the girl sticks her hand back in the elevator doors so they open back up. She smiles, clearly embarrassed, and says she thought we were on the third floor. The pool was technically the basement, so that third beep only meant floor 2, not floor 3.
She then sorta bounce-steps back into the elevator with me.
The doors close in agonizing slow-motion and I just froze. I stared forward and abso-friggin-lutely froze.
That fateful night in Tennessee, I bore witness to this poor girl's face gradually transform from an almost flirty smile to something resembling "pre-projectile vomit face" in a matter of seconds. She starts coughing... then gagging... before giving me this look that I can only describe as a look that a poisoned victim gives to their murderer moments before collapsing.
I'll never know how long it actually took for the elevator to travel one floor that night, but I'm sure it could have been timed with a calendar. As soon as the doors opened up, she darted out and ran down the hall, never once looking back. Meanwhile, I rode the elevator up another floor and then took the steps back down to the 3rd floor, preferring to ride another floor in the fog versus possible accidentally catching her gaze again.
And yes, I saw her at the continental breakfast the next morning because WHY NOT?