I’m a very, very gassy gal. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s those Weight Watcher treats full of healthy goodness. Maybe it’s all the air I swallow while gulping down tons of water.
All I know is, there I am, at work, desperately trying not to offend.
Rule No. 1: Try to be with at least two other coworkers. That way no one’s sure – but you – who cut the cheese.
Rule No. 2: Scurry off to the loo as fast as your cankles can carry you. At least there’s a fan in there.
Rule No. 3: Accept your fate. Yeah, I’m prone to intestinal eruptions. It’s embarrassing. I don’t have a private office (other than the Communal Can), unlike Hot Pants, NYC Editrix. So, sooner or later, I’m gonna do something foul. Just like at the supermarket today when I thought I was the only one in the aisle…and only saw my fellow shopper when it was too late.