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In a meeting today, while I was talking, a coworker sitting beside me let rip a not insignificant fart. For the sake of not embarrassing her, I couldn’t let on that I noticed, but to be perfectly honest, inside I was glowing. A fart is the first pleasantry in infancy and the last crudity in old age that is entirely our own. It is a shame, then, that we spend a great portion of the rest of our lives pretending not to laugh when they happen.



Did she let on that she had done it? I’ve always had a strange respect for people who could fart in completely inappropriate places without so much as blushing.

Because she was beside me, I couldn’t see her face, and dared not turn to look. And either I was the only one to hear or everyone else was supremely disciplined: nobody else looked.