I can’t say I like shopping too much, but I was out picking up some tops the other day when an old friend appeared and said hi. It was an unexpected pleasure – I hadn’t seen her for probably 5 years. We hung out a fair bit in University.

The thing is, I’d just let a mid-sized whopper go before I noticed her. She was standing about 6 feet away from me (across a table), so I couldn’t tell if she could tell what had just happened. She didn’t grimace, but it was a real lingerer, and its not like there were a lot of people around. Anyway, I decided to leave it as a mystery, didn’t say anything, and who knows what she thought?

Fart-Meter:

• Stink factor: 6/10
• Volume: 2/10
• Characteristics: fart mixed with new fabric smell
• Trip to the John solved it: more like a trip to the till
• Fart Fuel: garden salad, croissant, and an apple
• Casualties: good old Kristel