This morning we got on the elevator with a man who smelled like cinnamon buns and vanilla extract. Some might find this strange, but I just assumed he meant to smell like that as we live in the Cheesman Park neighborhood. We had not met him before and Shane did not assume the same as me.
Shane asks the man:
"Do you have cinnamon buns? Because it smells good in here."
The man replies: "No (glances in his grocery bag), I have peanut butter toast though?"
Shane responds with an awkward laugh:
"Well, we will let you escape this time, but next time you might not be so lucky". Shane laughs again.
To which I give a startled look at Shane and avoid eye contact with the man as he quickly exits the elevator.
Shane is now the creepy, seemingly gay, but married to a woman, guy in apartment 5C.