I feel certain we've all had this happen: You get up and walk into another room, only to get there and not know what the hell you're doing. Well, I want to talk about that quirk's lesser known, more insidious cousin.
I work at a desk in an "office." Think "Office Space" and you won't be too far off. So, farting at my desk would be frowned upon, and just an unpleasant thing to subject my coworkers to in general. So what's a guy to do? Well, I don't know how others discreetly handle this issue, but I generally get up and walk to the bathroom, where I'm free to "take care of business" without fear of repercussion. (If you are an individual that just farts at your desk, may I suggest that this may be part of the reason people don't like you.)
However, from time to time, this all goes horribly awry. You see, it seems like sometimes my ass takes a cue from my brain, and upon arrival at the bathroom, is like, "<snicker>...What gas?" Just a moment ago, I was having painful cramps that seemed like they needed immediate attention. Now, I'm perfectly comfortable, without the slightest hint that anything was amiss. It's made worse by the fact that I know, as soon as I'm back at my desk, the cramps will return. This is an absolutely horrible trick to play on someone, and it's not appreciated.
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