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An examinee arrived for his appointment, driven by his wife. It took them awhile to exit their vehicle and when they eventually did, the wife went to the trunk of their vehicle and proceeded to produce a wheel chair. They were an elderly couple and ever the gentleman, I thought I’d help her lift him into the chair.
Once he was positioned in his wheelchair, I told the wife that the whole process would take approximately 2 hours, but if she’ll leave her telephone number, I’ll call her if we happen to finish earlier. Whilst wheeling the examinee into the building, I noticed an immense foul eye watering odor emanating from the chair – the examinee farted – and the smell got trapped between myself and him in the chair the whole distance of me wheeling him in.
Nonetheless, I managed to extract him from his chair and position him into the polygraph chair and proceeded with the pre-test interview. Approximately 20 minutes into the interview, the examinee squirmed in his seat and got a far-away look in his eyes. A few short moments later the room was filled with the most pungent indescribable stench imaginable. Irritated I asked: “Mr So-And-So – do you need the bathroom?!”. Deadpan, he looked at me and said in a Southern drawl: “Weeeel. It’s too late for that now, I done shat myself”.
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