I don't know with absolute certainty but I suspect everybody passes gas. I imagine we've all been in those 'close-quarter' situations when the biological urge has sent panic through our mind as we just knew we were about to fart.
And then again there are those moments we believe it's 'safe' to let go and oops...somebody steps into proximity. Reminds me of the Avon sales lady who was working a high rise apartment building peddling her products floor to floor. She steps onto the elevator and as the door closes and she began to ascend, the sales lady farts. Quickly, she grabs a 'Pine Scent' spray from her sample bag to attack any unpleasant odor. As the door opens at the next floor, a very inebriated gent staggers onto the elevator. The door closes and the drunk man begins sniffing and speaks, "What the hell is that smell?" The proud Avon product pusher said, "What does it she like, sir?" The drunk begins to stammer and then slurs this comment, "Smells like somebody crapped a Christmas Tree."
A couple of years ago, I read a newspaper report of a man that was pulled over by a policeman because of a faulty brake light. The driver was asked to step from his auto. When he did he let a loud fart and began laughing and fanning the air towards the cop. The officer arrested the man for 'assault.' I think the officer was mad because the driver did not ask the policeman to 'pull his finger.'
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