One time my dad farted at the store and he could not escape it. The fart followed him around the entire store.
One time I crop dusted an aisle and it was so bad even to me I had to get out of there. It could have peeled paint off the walls. Half a minute later I heard someone rather loudly proclaim, “Oh my God! It smells like somebody shit their pants!” from the next aisle over. I wish I could remember what I ate because I had a winner that day.
Had the same experience in a big thrift store on Maui, but in serial form. Each time I had to move to another unoccupied aisle to get away from them, and fortunately they didn’t follow me around. The great thing was that it was such a noisy store I didn’t have to worry about stifling the sound, I just let 'er rip.
One time my dad farted at the store and he could not escape it. The fart followed him around the entire store.
One time I crop dusted an aisle and it was so bad even to me I had to get out of there. It could have peeled paint off the walls. Half a minute later I heard someone rather loudly proclaim, “Oh my God! It smells like somebody shit their pants!” from the next aisle over. I wish I could remember what I ate because I had a winner that day.
Had the same experience in a big thrift store on Maui, but in serial form. Each time I had to move to another unoccupied aisle to get away from them, and fortunately they didn’t follow me around. The great thing was that it was such a noisy store I didn’t have to worry about stifling the sound, I just let 'er rip.