Last few years ago, my friends and I went for a trip to Spain together. We were departing from Paris, France and we were taking a flight to get there. It was very late at night and everyone was so damn sleepy at that time. We arrived at the airport there at around 10 pm and then we just hurried and checked it right afterwards because we were a bit late already. Ok, done with the check in, we just went into the departure hall and waited for our flight.
At that time, we were so damn hungry since we did not take any dinner before leaving from our home. In fact, we were not living in Paris, we were living in a different town and the train took 2 hours to reach Paris from our hometown, meaning that we were leaving from our hometown at around 8 in the evening. That time, I was so damn lazy to go and make dinner, so in the end, I was the one who was suffering from the unbearable hunger.
Ok, back to the departure hall, everything was fine, in the beginning. That time I was quite sleepy and I felt quite lazy to get myself up to buy a sandwich from the stall inside the airport. Actually, I have never liked those sandwiches, they are so cold and no taste at all. So, we just sat there and we chatted to kill the time. Then, there were a couple who arrived and they sat just right in front of us.
We waited and waited. I was getting more and more hungry that time. Actually we planned to have a supper right after we arrived in Barcelona before going to our hotel. That was also one of the reason why we did not go and buy those tasteless sandwiches. The problem with me is that, when I am feeling hungry, not only my stomach will start to make some strange sounds, but I will also, well, you see, start to fart. I know it is very strange, but this is how my body works and I can't really explain about it. I went to a doctor last time and he just stared at me with his eyes out from their sockets, saying that it was the first time that he has ever heard of such thing in his life. Obviously, he did not know any treatment or whatsoever solution that could cure me. That time I told myself, ok, it is not really a big deal at all, as long as I don't get too hungry, then all should be fine already.
So, we chatted and chatted and I was getting more and more hungry. Suddenly, my sickness came and bothered me again. I wanted to hold it for around few more minutes so that I have enough time to go to the toilet. But it just did not listen to me at all, and suddenly, a giant sound came out from nowhere. Obviously, you could tell and know what kind of sound it was if you listened to it. My friends and the couple stared at me, thinking that what a shameless boy, farting in the public like that.
At that very moment, I only got few solutions.
A: I pretended to be stupid and did not what the hell had just happened.
B: I stared at one of my friends, with an accusing look to accuse my friend that he was the one who did it.
C: I looked back the bench and then stared at other people, pretending to find the real culprit.
D: I stared at the unknown man sitting in front me, telling him that you were the one who did it, not me.
Well, I needed to make that decision in less that 1 second. For A, I could not and will never do it, cause I don't want to lose my face in front of those people, especially my friends. For B, I could not accuse my friends as well, so the option was off. For C, there were a few people behind us, but they were quite far behind, so it could not be possible that someone managed to came out with such a giant sound at such a distance from us. So, the only solution that was left behind was D and I really did take that option.
I stared back at that guy with a firm look. My eyes were so damn sharp that I was trying to accuse him that he was the culprit and not me. I was using all the power of my mind, trying to hypnotize him. Come on, come on, you were the one, not me, not me, put all my powers into it. And, after around 30 seconds, my friends started to stare at him, as well as his wife. All the people stared at him, accusing him that he was the one. So, in the end, the guy just left with his wife. They were talking while leaving and I heard that the wife was scolding him how shameful he was, farting right in front of the public like that. He, for sure, was trying to deny all those facts. My friends just sat there and watched them walking away without further conversation. I told my friend that I needed to go buy something to eat and as a matter of fact, I was going to the toilet. Well, you see, I could not possibly tell them that I was going to toilet as they might begin to suspect me. The was really a quick and wise solution. Sorry unknown guy and thanks for taking the blame for me, without you, right now, maybe all my friends are talking about the way how I farted in front of the public in the airport back then.
PS : This sickness is still bothering me up until today and I really wish that I can get rid of it.
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