Something's in the Air

Have you ever noticed that the moment you start thinking about someone you forgot about, or haven't seen in awhile, within a short time span they're back in your life, even if it's just for a brief moment? Or, how about when you learn a new word that you've never even heard before, and then it seems like everyone around you is using it? I think the same thing applies to conversations; they become alive after the discussion is over. This past week, I've had more conversations about the bodily exchange of gas than the average person, or should I say the average guy has ever had. It's natural, it happens, and yes, even girls have gas. Some friends (girls) and I had a long discussion regarding this topic and how embarrassing it is to have to flatulate (the correct term for farting) in public. One of the girls explained to the rest of us her way of secretively flatulating when engaged in a conversation. "You just squeeze it in, let a little bit out to 'test' it to see how it smells, and if it's bad you say, 'wow, it smells awful.' And while you walk away you let the rest out." So, there's one way of secretively flatulating in public. I'll spear you readers the rest of the details of this conversation, but this I will tell you, unfortunately, everyone has gas.* With that being said, and with the discussion of flatulation only a few days in the past, I can't tell you how often I've smelt other peoples gas since that conversation. If I were walking down the streets of DC when a terrible smell came over me, that would be one thing. But no, it's always occurred while riding the metro, in a confined space, leaving us passengers the victim to someone else's flatulent. All I ask is for a little bit of decency the next time you're feeling the need to relieve yourself. Assess your surroundings, then act accordingly. And for Pete's sake, is something in the air?

*When I say everyone, I mean everyone but me of course. That would be both gross and unladylike.