I went into a gas station to get some snacks at 10:00. As soon as I walked in, I was enveloped in someone's fecal scented cloud that was clearly freshly expelled from their butt. Looked around and there was nobody in the store except me and the clerk. Made eye contact with the clerk and he gave me a sheepish smile. He clearly knew that I knew that he'd been farting up a storm in his store all evening. As I'm browsing around the store, I hear an ever so soft phhhhhpppttt sound, followed by the sound of an aerosol can. Dude was clearly spraying air freshener to cover up his stank! Lol Finally find everything and approach the counter. The guy is grimacing, clearly having gas pains. He tells me my total is 2:40, but in his Indian accent it sounds like he says "who’s farting?" I had to fight the urge to say " I was going to ask you the same question my guy." I give the money. He doesn't think I notice, but I see him wince and then ever so slightly shift his butt to the side and do a half squat. Then I hear a fairly quiet hiss of gas, followed by a lout POOT! PLOP! A real raunchy stink filled the air. Peeweey did it stink! By this time, I had to practically run out of the store to keep from screaming with laughter. As I'm driving away in my car, through the window, I see the guy walking to the back of the store to the bathroom. Probably going to clean his stinky booty and change his underwear. Poor guy probably had an unruly stomach. Felt kind of bad for him! But still a lol moment! Never trust a fart my guy!
