Oh God, the fart stories I could tell.
About 8 years ago, I adopted a kitten from our local Humane Society, they had named her Madison. She was so cute.
I brought her home, only to discover that she farted, lots, and they were noxious, they rivalled my husbands to the point I thought he was blaming her. Turns out it was her. My mother nick named her stinky and that is what her name now is!
My husband has been a research technician for the last 15 years, working on various vaccines.
As he has been in a lab, he has had little contact with people in an office setting.
This past summer he was put in charge of a new project which meant leaving the lab, and into an office.
The day before he was to start, I was at my mothers for a visit, he called me all concerned and asked/told me that he needed me to go to the drug store for Beano, as he was worried he may offend his new team.
I explained to him that in my 15 years in an office environment, flatulence hadn't posed a problem. But I but it for him anyway.
Damn stuff works well at the office, but I swear it expires once he walks in the door !