I don’t know if its my age, hormonal changes or the fact that I eat cabbage like foods, but I have had a hell of a time with gas lately. As one knows, their own fumes don’t cause much alarm…. unless someone hears or smells them accidentally.
So the other day I had two said incidences. The first was when I was on the lake, and I was entranced in the scenery that I failed to notice the docked boat with two men (or a really ugly woman) fishing. *Now, let me remind you that a few days before I sharted… so when I have to pass gas, I will make the airways more possible vs. pushing something tangible. Often times these things go unknown…. but not yesterday. Instead, it echoed against the plastic kayak and I quickly paddled away.
As if that wasn’t enough, later that day I was waiting in carpool line and figured I could let one slide before the counselors came. What I hadn’t expected, was a former friend to knock upon my window to say hello.