Yesterday evening at the movie theater, watching a lost classic starring Carole Lombard, I had the misfortune of sitting uncomfortably close to the Most Flatulent Man ever. He wore a dreadful toupee, and burped and farted throughout.
I very nearly leaned over to ask, "Excuse me, sir, could you please stop farting?" But I couldn't summon the courage. What does Emily Post say regarding such a situation?
(I wasn't with the flatulent man, mind you. Nay, the man I was with was clean and quiet, and doesn't wear a wig four shades darker than his actual hair color.)
This afternoon I am off to MOCA, and I am actually taking the train. (Quite an experience, if you live in L.A.)
I very nearly leaned over to ask, "Excuse me, sir, could you please stop farting?" But I couldn't summon the courage. What does Emily Post say regarding such a situation?
(I wasn't with the flatulent man, mind you. Nay, the man I was with was clean and quiet, and doesn't wear a wig four shades darker than his actual hair color.)
This afternoon I am off to MOCA, and I am actually taking the train. (Quite an experience, if you live in L.A.)
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jj_r0x0rz:
eeeeewww
shard:
Why not just move somewhere out of the line of fire?