Like everybody else, I often head out to our neighborhood 7 Eleven store for something that missed the grocery list. On this occasion, I noticed it wasn't busy with just the clerk behind the till, and another female customer who was hovering near the fridges at the back of the store.
As I headed down the aisle to grab some milk, I caught the unmistakable stench of a fresh fart in the air. This cute young lady had the the audacity to scornfully glare at me as if I were to blame for fouling the air back there, and then with a huff she was gone, leaving me in the stink.
My milk in hand, I caught up to her at the cashier's counter. She could see me as she waited for the clerk to do her thing. The smile and look on my face said it all. "It wasn't me; It was you, and please don't try to give me that girls don't fart crap because I just caught you". You sweetie, have to fart just like everybody else.
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