I was at a casino a short time back and somebody next to me "cut a bad one." (I can't believe I'm actually writing this.) What should have I done?
I was at a casino a short time back and somebody next to me "cut a bad one." (I can't believe I'm actually writing this.) What should have I done?
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Farting protocol revisited.
Unfortunately, I've had a ton of abdominal surgery in my time. Usually, when the urge strikes, I've got the time to politely step back from the table, let loose and politely return to the table - usually with none the wiser. On a couple of occasions, with rumbling aplenty, ecological monsters slipped out, both times with the same dealer - the net effect of immediately clearing the table with the dealer stepping back. Search the archives for my post - Fired for Farting.
People emit horrendous farts for many reasons which could include beer with raw eggs, baked beans with hot sauce, or in my case, removal of a portion of bowel which I think reduces a particular type of enzyme which results in the odorous assault to the nasal membranes.
I think a polite "I think it's getting a bit windy in here" would suffice. In other similar type situations, a quick thinking offender may escape the evil eye of the table by immediately blaming the dealer. An innocent bystander can also generate some humor value in such a situation. A typical example might be "okay - who farted - lady, as that you?" The possibilities are limited only by your imagination.
Really not much to do, other than publically acknowledge that you've been tagged - and not in the Facebook sense.
Thank you. It is important to practice a certain decorum when one is subject to unexpected emissions. I recall another similar type incident, when incidentally leaving a casino with my dad, let loose with a barrage of unimaginable proportion while waiting for the elevator. The waft, a lingering cloud which surrounded us, was still lurking as the elevator doors opened. The occupants, with no choice other than to navigate through the blinding fog, were comforted only by my comment of "sorry bout that". It was the best I could do at the time.
Another comment, serious believe it or not, on the topic - I would much rather sit next to a farter as opposed to enduring the stench of someone's ashtray stink smoke breath, or huge body odour. In fact, the odorous fumes would help neutralize the other offending smells.
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