XP from July, hope it gives you a chuckle.
I had a day off yesterday, and we needed a few items (especially peanut
butter), so I decided to go shopping. Its time for our monthly
warehouse club trip, and so CostCo was the destination.
I pulled
into the Costco lot after lunch, and realized that my squash soup with a
side of fruit wasn't going to sit well. However, CostCo is quite
possibly the most awesome place in the world to have gas. Unlike
department stores, CostCo has high ceilings and very wide aisles, not to
mention its as big as a warehouse (because it IS one), so your farts
have the ability to dissipate in any direction without harming wildlife
or small children.
After considering all of this, I got out of
the car because the smell was making my hair fall out. I collected my
cart and decided to do a full loop to expel the gas before I started my
actual shopping. Once inside, I felt free to let it rip. I'm pretty
good at the SBD's, so I was pretty sure I wasn't going to set off an
alarm or the intercom system or anything like that. Once I got going, I
decided to remove my peacoat to give myself as much aeration as
possible. I didn't want any farts to get trapped under the coat, so
removing all fart-blocking obstacles seemed smart.
I started
doing the first lap of crop dusting. Nothing flew off the shelves, no
produce rotted, and I avoided other shoppers. I felt great, but still
not completely empty. Feeling cocky, I decided on a 2nd lap. That was
my first mistake. My next mistake was steering the empty cart towards
non-refrigerated areas (everyone know that those places have better air
circulation and fart stink naturally dissipates faster in colder
temps). I went straight for the cleaning supplies. I saw a commercial
about the "power of Gain" dryer sheets and such, so I thought I'd give
it a try. I think every shopper in CostCo was in that aisle. The aisle
first smelled overpoweringly like detergent and "clean", but digestive
tract soon contributed its own aroma. I made it through the aisle and
only got one or two glances, mostly the semi-shocked but being polite
"because maybe she is too poor to bathe AND lives above an Indian
restaurant with a backed up septic system" type of glance. I can handle
that.
Finally I decided that the powers within me were of X-Men
quality, and like Jean Gray, I had to vacate the area lest they break
free and kill everyone around me. I pointed my cart back towards the
doors and began to make my escape, and in my mind the farts were
propelling me towards them at breakneck speed. However, I had to stop.
Something caught my eye, and I needed to stop. I was passing the
tables full of Fruit of the Loom undies, and I was pretty sure that the
pair I was wearing had disintegrated. I squeezed my cheeks and waddled
over to the undies. 6 pairs for like $6 sounded pretty good to me...but
I put them down. 6 pairs wasn't going to cut it. The 14-pack next to
it was what I needed, or so my gut told me.
Thank god for self-check outs.
I drove home with the windows down.
I'm going in for a reconnaissance mission today. We really need peanut butter.