A Public Apology

The other day at the ATM doing the mundane thing of topping up a cashcard (why hasn’t the system improved over more than a decade), I felt a rumble in my stomach that to my mind, warranted a fart, and so I let a silent one rip.

It was to my shrinking horror that I turned slightly and saw from the very corner of my eye that there was someone in line behind me.

I am sorry for this most un-civic conscious act, and that you had to stand in the wake of the stinker, possibly debating whether to leave the queue to come back later or to weather the malodour, before you were overcome into inertia.

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