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So today I ended up getting on the Bike Car instead of the normal one. I think I was supposed to be one more toward the rear. My brother in law and a mutual friend were somewhere else.
I was seated neighboring someone who was having some digestive problems. Either the guy in front of me, or the one behind me, was farting.
Noxious fumes roiled throughout the local airspace with a thickness and effectiveness I'd only thought possible with weaponized aerosols.
I know everyone farts, but I was seriously considering telling the guy to put a cork in it, if I could isolated it to the fore or aft passenger.
I should have felt bad for the guy, but I was actually getting angry.
Meanwhile, my stomach has been iffy for a week. But I've not been nearly-killing passers-by.
I should have felt bad for the guy, but I was actually getting angry.
Meanwhile, my stomach has been iffy for a week. But I've not been nearly-killing passers-by.