In the past, I’ve never been an especially gassy guy. But lately I’ve been doing the Atkins thing (my wife initiated the diet change, and dragged me in with her), and it’s poot city. These proteinacious foods really send my intestinal flora into methane overdrive, and the odor pins the needle on the stank-o-meter more often than I ever dared think possible. I offend even myself.
The frequency of flatus has increased alarmingly, and the rapid production of prodigious volumes of gas sometimes leaves me little time to run away where I can safely expell while at work. I know, I know, “quit the diet, numbnuts!” Look, I’m supporting my spouse. Plus, we have nothing but meat in the freezer now, anyway.
I work in a big open lab. One day, I really had to let rip but couldn’t get all the way to the mens’ room (I had things “cooking” on the bench, which required my close attention). My gut was in knots. I figured, hey, I’ll just run over to that corner over there where nobody is, try to look busy, vent, and then return to my station like nothing’s going on. I waited a good 5-10 seconds (all the time I could spare, really) before sauntering back to where I was, thinking I’d left the cloud of noxious fumes safely behind. But no! They followed me! Like some clinging comet of stink, I merely dragged a trail of putrid odor in my wake. My neighbor on the bench grunted and gasped as discretely as possible, but I knew I was busted. Ah, the ignominy!
Being an experimenter, I decided to investigate the problem in as good a model as I could contrive at home: A bowl of water, blue food coloring, and a honey-dipper. I would dip the honey-dipper in the water, and drop a bit of food coloring right next to it. Dragging the honey-dipper away from the dissipating cloud of blue seemed to corroborate my assumption: My motion through the air probably created a region of lower pressure behind my body, into which the gas would rush as I moved away. Small eddies of turbulence could be seen if I moved the dipper away quickly enough, and those seemed to mitigate the problem somewhat by creating a pull of their own, but not enough to stop an unacceptable portion of the cloud from trailing the dipper. Plus, when I scaled up the picture in my mind, I’d have to break wind someplace and sprint away for it to be all that effective, which is considered a dangerous practice in the laboritory. Spinning the dipping stick so as to rotate the dipper in place to create a vortex helped keep some of the color put, but I quickly realized I would have to twirl about so quickly to mimick the effect, it would cause little less embarassment than my stank-ass pollution.
So I wonder: Is it possible to leave a fart behind without waiting forever for it to diffuse? Is there some inoccuous kind of motion one can make as they leave the vicinity of the indiscretion that will leave the bulk of it behind? Is my only hope a steady diet of beano plus activated-carbon briefs? I appeal to the aero- and fluid- dynamicists to aid me in this most pressing physics problem.
Yours,
Stinkydude