Wherever I went, the USPS some dude next to me had a silent but deadly smelled like you shat your pants blow out right beside me at the post office. So, really dude? I was trying hard not to laugh my ass off at how people surrounding him knew he did it, trust me it was stinky, but pretended it didn’t happen. Hell, I would have high fived him for making me laugh if someone would have acknowledged that it was mighty nasty. But, again I didn’t want to embarrass anyone.
So four hours later I am at Lowes walking down and aisle while some old bastard drops funk right beside me. Well this time I laughed and was like, really is this how we start June and planets in retrograde by getting farted on in public. How often does this happen, not often enough. Though the dude at the post office had the winner. More of a sulphur smell you know. The dude at Lowe’s smelled like dog poop.
While the idiots are out looting, I am probably getting old because it no longer bothers or embarrasses me to acknowledge public farting. In fact if your going to introduce yourself with such wonderful humorous topics, then I am in and this is proving to be a good thing for me.