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I found myself repairing separators on an oil facility with a few coworkers, who were not on good terms with me. So in the midst of some terribly awkward silence a gas bubble began to push itself to the gates of my backdoor. Naturally I try my best to let it go quietly, but the smell was rank, like rotten eggs(which happens to be the same smell as the highly toxic H2S gas). As soon as they smell it they take off running for dear life and the separator backfired but instead of oil, water, and formation, feces exploded all over me.
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