I had a funny experience earlier this week that made me think of a few other similar experiences. One, funny and bizarrely somewhat treasured by me; the other, a horrible experience that caused GREAT loathing for another human being. Shall I tell you what happened at work?
I was walking down the hall to the copy room and talking with our I.T. guy, (who is in his 60’s) and we’re walking together when suddenly – he farts. It was one of those “older generation” toots that just slipped out, and if I were any less observant than I am (I’m incredibly tuned in to the sound of flatulence, thanks to my stinky husband), I wouldn’t have noticed or would have shrugged it off as the sound of his shoe. But I noticed. It wasn’t that big of a deal to me – it just made me want to smile and laugh – but he, being the gentleman that he is, stopped the step after and allowed me to go ahead of him and turn into the copy room, while he waited behind and then continued towards his office. And that part made me love him! I didn’t have to walk into his fart cloud.
So my two other experiences: the first, with my Grandpa B. I was maybe 12-13 and was following Grandpa to the sewing/computer room and as we went up the one little step into the hallway, he stepped on a squeaky part of the floor. Or so I thought. He then said, “Excuse me” and I tried not to laugh as we walked down the hall, with me following behind him. It was so funny because I never would have thought that he tooted, if he wouldn’t have said anything. But Grandpa had better manners than that. I love you Grandpa B. I miss you.
My other experience was during the latter part my dating years. I was with my boyfriend in my car, parked in his driveway at the end of the night. We were breaking up. It was me breaking up with him. But it wasn’t a bad breakup. I was just telling him how I didn’t feel like we should keep dating. He was crying. And then, as he lets out a sob, along with it comes the grossest sounding fart. And I was trapped in my car. I was so grossed out that I felt it was a confirmation of my feelings that it would never work in the long run with us.
3 comments:
Hahhahahaahahaha. Isn't it so great when you receive direct revelation that you aren't supposed to be with someone in the form of a fart. Thats hilarious. :)
ha, ha, ha. Oh my word. What a hilariously gross post. :)
I have a stinky husby too. In fact, I'd wager my husband is stinkier than yours.
Oh so freakin hilarious. why are farts so funny and why do my little boys love to talk about them and always try to fart??? um, you should ask kyle about the partner at his firm that has walking farts. hahah
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