Its true – it does happen. And how do I know? I tried a yoga class last weekend. So its me, a cute instructor, and about 10 women aged 20 – 55 in a mid-sized room. I’m pretty new to this scene, but what’s to lose from trying something new?

The class started out pretty quietly – touch your toes, bend your legs, twist your torso… you know, yoga stuff. Along with the deep breathing and relaxing atmosphere, it was pretty ripe for flatulence.

It took about 15 minutes for the first toot to sound. I didn’t catch who it was, and frankly wasn’t interested. Then some girl let rip while we were all in “Warrior 1″ a few minutes later. It started as a squeeker, but she must have relaxed mid-way through as it rumbled for a good 4 seconds. I think was the lady beside me, but I didn’t want to look around in case everyone thought it was me.

The second fart must have been some sort of unspoken female signal – “Farting Women of the World – Let’s Fart!!” Before I knew it, there were women farting all over the place. 45 minutes of uninterrupted flatulence that would put my baseball team to shame. Good thing the windows were half-way open!

Fart-Meter:

• Stink factor: 3/10
• Volume: 2-7/10
• Characteristics: did not smell like roses
• Trip to the John solved it: how about a trip to India?
• Fart Fuel: downward dog, salamba sarvanGASana
• Casualties: 10 pastel yoga mats, 10 fancy outfits