The New Guy came into the house looking for my husband's cigarettes. I woke up and let him know where to look and followed him to show him where to look. The search ended in the garage.
Let me repeat, I just woke up. I didn't have a chance to stretch. I didn't have a chance to go to the bathroom.
As I was walking back up the garage stairs, with the New Guy directly behind me, I farted loud. There was no way he didn't hear it. I finish getting up the stairs and he is plugging his nose and covering it with his shirt. I yelled, "It doesn't stink!" and doubled over laughing. I was humiliated.
The New Guy works with my husband. Of course I get a text letting me know that my husband and the other shop guys know what happened. Now, whenever someone farts around me, they yell, "It doesn't stink!"
The New Guy and I are still friends. He is aware now that I fart. He is also aware I can burn Mac N Cheese and sometimes I mix up my words and say "Do we need to put fire on the wood?"
Anything humiliating happen to any of you this week?