Latah Bistro, June 27th. Special thanks to the plump, older woman who
released a frighteningly loud fart as you walked past my table. You
couldn’t hold it until you were outside? It’s not like I was enjoying a
nice anniversary dinner with my wife or anything. The fact that it was
expelled with such force leads me to believe that it may have been
deliberate. You failed at your attempt to exit the restaurant as if nothing
happened. We know it was you and we know it was a fart; not a squeaky shoe
or loose floorboard. How incredibly rude.