I once let out a wet tuna fart walking down a hallway I thought I was alone in, totally crop dusted it for a good 6 steps of squeaks. a very attractive woman then turned the corner ahead of me and started heading right at me.
So I decided to preempt what I knew she would smell, and commented "be careful, smells like the trash needs taken out or something"
She kinda chuckles and passes me, theres a tense pause as I wait to see if she says something.
The hallway suddenly echos with the sound of a like, choking cough? The kind a cat makes when trying to get a hairball up, like the taste of the air punched down her sinuses and slammed into her tongue. A single, loud sound like a shotgun going off into a bowl of jello.
This happened like 22 years ago. I still think about it from time to time. It's shaped who I am as a person.
