I recently came back from North Dakota, and when I say recently, I mean, like, 4 hours ago. It is dreary here, in San Francisco, and I am somewhat relaxed, listening to bus drivers honk and old Asian women screech at each other... rare sounds in Minot, North Dakota, because for the record, I think, perhaps, old Asian ladies are extinct there. Anyways, lemme tell you about my,em, INTERESTING air plane trip.
After waking up at a lousy 4 am, and having already been on a smallish plane, crammed up against the wall for about an hour, with, of course, a crying baby behind me, I was not a happy traveler... On my second flight, from Denver to Minot, I was in a three person row, with my brother, and a long-haired bearded man in his 60's, who smelled like onions (Not like cooking onions, but the really off-putting smell that some people have, its like, pureed garlic and deer liver, boiled in a pot of sweat. Do you know what I mean?) And, and, AND he had GAS. Towards the end, he just couldn't hold it I guess, and he let loose a classic, bubbly, fart! I started laughing uncontrollably, and even crying, because of my laughter. How mature. The rest of the flight he let out little rain droplet farts, like if you flick a wooden table. I was biting the sides of my cheeks this time.
Toodles!
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