7:20 am, Union study area, 3 of my classmates and I are tossing ideas around before class.
It's early, I haven't quite got myself together yet, and I shift slightly and a sound comes out of my butt. Way too loud to just pretend it didn't happen. I sit in half-shock, a half-grimace half- smile on my face. I'm just not used to being quite this mortified. The two young lds girls sort of look at each other, as if to be chatting amongst themselves and save me some embarrassment. The 40-something military father of three, however, smirks.
"Well. Excuse you!"
"Yeah, excuse me, yeesh!"
"You got a frog in your coat there?"
"I sure do!"
... end scene.
Oy.
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Oh that is the BEST. Whenever that happens to me I just resume whatever I'm doing, as if it never happened, like it's a figment of everyone's imagination - until the smell comes along.
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