Maybe I’m just a bit old-fashioned but to me there’s a definite etiquette to public farting. Best case scenario is you just don’t do it. If you do, keep it quiet and pretend it was someone else when it hits. If you can’t keep it quiet, or there’s only two in the room, you say “excuse me” or “sorry” or, depending on your relationship with the parties involved, tell them how shocked you are at their behaviour.
Being polite and apologetic in these awkward situations is just how I was raised. So little wonder that it pisses me off when, while cooking up a feast for dinner tonight, Dad yet again lets one rip without a word. And I don’t buy his “I’m deaf” excuse as a viable one, after all he does have four other senses to rely on.
It’s a small thing I suppose and I guess he just feels that there’s no need for such formalities among family, and in reality, it doesn’t bother me as much as the small orgasmic grunt he punctuates each fart with.
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