In the middle of my otherwise stressful work day, I checked my personal email and found this gem waiting for me from my sister, who shares my sense of humor:
Last night I had my spinning class and was super gassy. I’ve never done this before, but last night had to go to the bathroom to let off a little pressure because I was getting crampy. There were 2 girls in there, probably middle-school age. I go whipping in (trying to hurry so I can get back to class), go in a stall, and though I tried to be quiet, end up ripping some of the largest, squealiest farts. Then the girls started giggling. I peed and then had some more gas, which was just as obnoxious. They whispered and giggled some more. I went out to wash my hands and figured I had to own it. I said, “I know. It’s nasty. But I figure better here than in class.” They couldn’t even look at me.
