I thought to myself, “That was a fart.” I know a fart when I hear it for I have been on both the donor and recipient end of the fart spectrum. Unsure whether it was really a fart or some weird noise coming from the aging MD-80, I sniffed like a puppy looking for a dog treat. It was a fart for sure. I am not sure what this woman ate, but something crawled up inside of her and died.
That reminds me of the time Mrs Happy and I were at the Society of Hospital Medicine convention. We ditched the morning offerings to go for a jog. While descending 11 floors in our jogging outfit,we stood there in an elevator full of pompous and arrogant hospitalists with their doctor name tags and their doctor briefcases.
One arrogant lady said "I wonder if the death rate rises every year while all the hospitalists are at the convention." The whole elevator broke out in laughter. And then somebody looks right at Mrs Happy and I in our jogging gear and says, "I'm sorry. We didn't realize there were lay people on the elevator." Mrs Happy and I just looked at each other and smiled. Thank God we are not that lady.
Your airplane lady giving you the evil eye is that lady in my elevator. They need to fart every now and then and release the pressure built up in their stuffy heads. They are far less important than they think they are.
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Maybe the pinstriped pantsuit lady takes Chantix. Both people I know who have been prescribed Chantix commented upon its mighty fart-producing power. Maybe FDA should put a black box on it for potential violation of the Geneva Convention. Chantix farts are vile beyond comparison - even my Airedale can't match those.
Heh, heh, i can just picture you all in the elevator...Dr. and Mrs. Happy...probably the only healthy ones there!
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