Sixth Sense

M has spent all day trying to sneak up on me in my office. I think he wants to elicit some sort of fight or flight response (screaming like a little girl and soiling myself). He hasn't had much luck though and he's trying to find out how I know he's standing behind me. His theory is that I have some kind of Asian mystical psychic ability. I reassured him that if I did, I probably wouldn't be working here. I'd be in the circus or something ("The Bearded Chinaman" has a nice ring to it).

So what's my secret?

M smells like Doritos.