Okay, I have to jump in, dignity be damned. Thank God there’s only one member of SDMB who knows me in real life, but that one is bad enough, as he’s my wife’s cousin.
Mrs. Cretin and I are in our 60’s, and have been married for over 40 years. There have been times when we were driving together, I passed gas, it stank, and I did the gentlemanly, honorable thing: rolled up the windows and locked them, then pretended to innocently not understand why Mrs. C. was gasping and cursing for many long seconds before I relented and unlocked the windows.
In my defense I can only plead Guilty With Explanation – I’m a human man, I got hormones in my body.
So…
just a few months ago we were driving down the highway, when nature whispered. The windows were already up (the weather was cold), but not locked. I let loose. The product was hot, silent but deadly. It was an eleven+, the kind that can curl wallpaper. The smell was genuinely horrible and thick, but we all kind of like our own, no matter what, so I’m thinking “this is great!”
At first I figured we’d play the game the usual way: After a few moments she’d detect my indiscretion, say “aagh”, try to roll the window down, I’d play dumb and then unlock the windows. Game over, well played.
But she fooled me. She kept quiet, didn’t react in any way. Okay, she’s toughing it out. I switch to Game Plan B: I’ll turn to her and say “Did you FART?”, she’ll squawk in outrage, I’ll unlock the windows, silently admiring her fortitude and good sportsmanship
So I say it. “Geez, did you FART?”
And the woman I love turns to me, smiles, and says “Yep!”
And INSTANTLY the smell changed from “funny” to disgusting. I couldn’t roll the window down fast enough. I mean it was really gross. And once Mrs.C realized what was going on, she reacted the same way.
So there you have it. We simultaneously passed hot, silent but deadly wind; we both thought the resulting aroma was diabolically funny; but the moment we realized that half of what we were breathing was someone else’s, the stench was disgusting.
Scientific proof of I don’t know what.
Oh yeah- possibly TMI.