Back in July 2010 my husband and I were taking a trip to NYC for our 23rd anniversary. We’re Canadian btw. I always made an effort to be a sophisticated, classy and elegant lady around him. We were both 50. We’d known each other for 27 years and he never heard me fart which I was very proud of. I was/am an average height and chubby lady of 5’4 160 lbs.
That day I had 2 large omelettes for breakfast, 2 cheese sandwiches and some Middle Eastern food for dinner. That night we were watching some TV at the hotel and for hours that evening my digestive system was a mess. I finally couldn’t hold it in and inadvertently let out a giant load of silent but smelly gas.
I immediately turn green and I immediately put my polo shirt over my nose and my husband than yells “Is there a sewage issue?” He then gives me a death stare and says “Was that you?” He still won’t let me live that moment down almost 14 years later.