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A female coworker, she herself prone to excessive anxiety and unneeded stress, would invariably fill the air with some unintended foul air, at much of our encounters. First, was when working at the company for just a month or two. We went to an office dinner and I rode home with she and two other coworkers. In the car, as she spoke , there was a whole lot of other air emanating from her bowels. In other words, the car , even with windows down, was stinking like a sewer. One of the other coworkers remarked she is just having stomach gas. We all arrived at the office.
Then two other occasions, same putrid gas coming from her.
Does anybody know if this is due to excessive stress or anxiety?. In any event, if you are prone to flatulence, think of others around you. As they just might begin to see you as the foul air person. Not a good thing for interpersonal relationships in and out of the office.
Gastrointestinal disorders can be caused or aggravated by stress or anxiety. The poor woman needs to take Gas-X or charcoal tablets. Probably a fiber supplement, too.
As a young schoolboy, farting was seen as an art form. One day, a large group of my classmates were sat listening to the headmaster droning on about something boring. As he reached the important part of his lecture about something wrong with the general behaviour of schoolboys, I let go with a ripper...... it was long and quite in tune.
The headmaster stopped dead.......... "who was that boy?" he demanded to know. We all sat innocently looking forward, awaiting what came next. "WHO WAS THAT BOY?" he said again....... his face was becoming quite red. I never did know when to keep my mouth shut. I put my hand up. "Was it you?" he demanded to know.
Keeping my most innocent expression, I said, "oh no sir....... I was just wondering....... how do you know it wasn't a girl?" "Remove that boy from the class!" he demanded. You'd have thought he would know my name by now, after all my previous escapades.......
I was taken to the house head for my latest telling off. He was a nice young guy, probably only in his early 30s, while I was about 12 years old. He couldn't keep his stern expression going, and sat behind his desk laughing. "David, you are a menace........ I know it was you, the kids around you moved slightly away to escape the smell......" I spoke in my defense, "it was just air, no smell at all sir, as far as I could tell." He couldn't stop laughing....... "off you go David. Try to keep out of the headmaster's way for the rest of the day." So I did.
One time my GF made 15 bean soup for dinner. That night she slept in the bedroom and I slept on the couch. Neither of us wanted to be in the same room with the other. Needless to say, she never made it again.
Decades ago I worked in a very busy big box hospital with little room for privacy or potty breaks. It was one of those rare occasions when I was totally alone in the elevator and I decided to relieve some of the bloat and tension.
It was quite a large amount and the relief was immense. Well less then a minute later the doors opened up and some people invaded my fleeting solitude. One said to the other "Do you smell it?" What could I say? I was the only one in the elevator. I could hear them laughing as I made a rather hasty exit. What are you gong to do? When nature calls, nature calls.
Decades ago I worked in a very busy big box hospital with little room for privacy or potty breaks. It was one of those rare occasions when I was totally alone in the elevator and I decided to relieve some of the bloat and tension.
It was quite a large amount and the relief was immense. Well less then a minute later the doors opened up and some people invaded my fleeting solitude. One said to the other "Do you smell it?" What could I say? I was the only one in the elevator. I could hear them laughing as I made a rather hasty exit. What are you gong to do? When nature calls, nature calls.
I drove Bus professionally for over 20 years... knowing you have upwards of 60 people sitting behind you I understand
US Army barracks inspection, 1966. Standing at attention in front of the colonel who asked: "What is your 2nd General Order, trooper?"
BRRRRRRIPPPPPPP. (I almost bit my tongue off to keep from laughing.)
But he didn't change his expression or show any emotion; he just said "Your voice is changing .... but your breath still smells the same." Then he moved on to the next guy in line.
A significant portion of the population produces NH4 in their intestinal gas and the Merck Medical Manual, 16th edition reports that explosions have occurred, rarely fatal, during surgery when diathermy (electrically-induced heat) is used.
I drove Bus professionally for over 20 years... knowing you have upwards of 60 people sitting behind you I understand
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