One time I farted shorty after hearing another person fart loudly. But no one knew I had farted. They only knew about the person who’s fart sounded like a garbage disposal.
Somehow the two farts merged together and became a lethal toxin causing people to vacate the area in mass hysteria.
As this person swore up and down that a smell like that could’ve have come from their body, I watched from the other side of the room feeling both liberated —because no one knew I had contributed-and guilty -because everyone thought it came from her-.
She’s a manager at Walmart now and sometimes when I’m up late at night I think to myself “How might her life been different if our farts hadn’t mutated into a nuclear gas?”.