Speaking of farting in public places…
Anyone else ever let one of those loud ones rip in an underground parking garage?
Now that is cool.
The only anecdote I can relate to make whuckfistle feel less alone is this one:
I was working in the office one afternoon, doing some paperwork. Several people were in there with me, just …uh, chatting. (I was going to say shooting the breeze.) Anyhow, a not-terribly-unpleasant odor suddenly wafted through the room, and two other co-workers and me looked up, sniffed experimentally, and said almost simultaneously, “Do you smell popcorn?”
The third co-worker turned beet-red and sheepishly said, “I ate a BIG bowl of popcorn last night, and I…um… I farted. Sorry ladies!”
In the big cavern at the bottom of Carlsbad Caverns. I was sitting on a wooden bench. I swear to god it echoed off the cavern walls! All the other tourists immediately turned to look at me. I was so embarrassed.
I worked in/managed book stores for a better part of 6 years. It was a well known fact that if you had to fart at work you went to the cooking section.
Cookbook shoppers, you’ve been warned!
The cookbook section being the least visited area I presume.
I’m in Tacoma, and I vaguely recall hearing someting akin to the mayor-in-the-elevator story on the radio. Can’t remember the details, though.