And then we were in a new/used bookstore browsing.
The only other person there was the employee, a young lady behind a high counter reading.
On each side of the store was a row of cubicles. I think each cubical had books sorted to it of certain subjects.
I wandered towards the back looking inside each cubical. In the last cubicle I let loose a silent fart.
As I moved up front I noticed the wretched fart smell following me. It seemed to be clouding up the whole room.
As I rushed down the book cubicles I felt like Indiana Jones running from a giant sphere-shape boulder right on my heels.
I got to the front of the store and Anna asked did I "let air in there?"
Yes.
I hope we didn't leave the young lady gagging for air.
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