Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Silent But Deadly
The guy sitting next to me this morning was farting up a storm. Every bump and jostle of the train brought out the best in him. He either had an internal problem, or it was an attempt to drive me out if my seat, thereby making more room for him. Well, he had no idea who he was dealing with, and clearly had never met my husband. I've been training in "chemical weapons" for over 2 decades. His puny farts were like tulips to my trained nose. I hunkered down and watched him leave in defeat ... With a vapor trail.