A guy is telling me all his important shit and, in the middle, farted. It smelled like a rabid raccoon.
And he just kept talking.
I couldn’t accept the concept that 1) he didn’t excuse himself 2) after fifteen seconds my eyes were still watering.
“Dude,” I said. “I was giving you my full attention you didn’t have to send me an ass gram.”
Would you believe it? He took umbrage.