Coming home from the city on the train tonight, other commuters had the pleasure of overhearing this delightful conversation between man-child, boy-child and a poor unsuspecting commuter.
Man-child, “Man that stinks. Did you fart?”
Boy-child sheepishly looks up and nods whilst trying to hold his nose to block the stench as other commuters try to not overhear the conversation and wish that they could move away from the cloying smell that was overtaking the train.
Man-child, “You know farting on a busy train is illegal, the fart police will need to talk with you.”
Boy-child, “You are making it up, there is no fart police.”
Man-child, “Yep there is and look there is a plain clothed fart police officer there, sitting by the door.”
The woman by the door was in the path of the smell as we moved from entering the train and hovering in the doorway as the train departed to finding a seat nearby.
The woman who was clearly in a position to have heard every word and was unlucky enough to bear witness to the aftermath of the smell replied “That is pretty bad!”
Poor boy-child was torn between being mortified by having someone else acknowledge his ‘ability’ and being proud of the legacy he was leaving as we departed the train 1 stop later.
I tell you, the boy must stop eating processed food, I am sure it is doing his poor little body no favours. Time for a clean out or should I say detox to cleanse the air around us.