7 places it’s okay to fart (and 764 where it’s not)

On a recent flight, the man seated in the aisle of our row began hacking, coughing, and blowing his nose just after takeoff. When he began sneezing, I also noticed a simultaneous odd smell wafting around my row. I wasn’t near the lavatory, so I assumed a child or infant was behind me and went back to my book.

Soon the smell came again… and again. I checked the row to my rear – no child. Fortunately, I’ve been reading a lot of crime novels lately so my powers of deduction are as heightened as my olfactory senses. I quickly followed the chain of evidence and a pattern emerged – sneeze… stench. Sneeze… stench.

Ahah! My row companion was indeed a sick man.

This went on for the entire flight. Oh, and he took his shoes off too, so I got the joy of foot odor mixed in. I was distracted from my book and my mind was somewhat affected by his pungent assault so I began to formulate a handy guideline because:

It is not okay to fart on a plane!

Now, I’m as keen on fart humor as the next guy. I giggle like a six-year-old when I read about a good dutch oven. That is comedic gold. But even I recognize there are places where this behavior is not appropriate. To make this easy for my next potential row-mate to follow, let me list seven places where it is okay to fart.

  1. The bathroom– No matter how many people are in a public restroom, it is totally appropriate here. In fact, it is the purpose for which the room was designed.
  2. The doctor’s office– Doctors love farts and nurses are used to ungodly smells. Being lovers of science, medical personnel know that your body is designed to produce gas and they appreciate its efficiency. This approval does not extend to the waiting room, however.
  3. Your car– This is simple self-hazing. It goes against the typical advice against flatulation in a closed in space. (Caveat – it is only okay if you are alone or when the windows are not on child-lock.)
  4. While running – Runners are very forgiving about this. Marathons are basically a fart chorus. However, try not to fart if a fellow runner is directly in your wake.
  5. Campfires– It’s actually encouraged during guy weekends, campfires, and other outdoor activities. Rule 1 – leave the gas at home if there’s estrogen in the camp.
  6. The Fart Game – Standard Greco-Albanian Rules (frequency + volume wins.) Approach cautiously: The Fart Game is not like unpacking a box of Scrabble. Finding participants is as hard as asking the hottest girl in school to prom.
  7. Underwater– Best possible scenario. All systems go and a clever spin during release even disperses the tattletale bubble trail.

Look at that list. When you consider that 71% of the earth is covered by water and only around 40% of the remaining land is developed, you can fart on approximately 88% of the earth. You only have to think about it for locations in the other 12%!

Since I’ve made this very simple by creating a vast fart-safe zone, let me list a few of the leading places where it is not okay:

  1. Church– They don’t have the saying for nothing. I tested this as a boy with a long, loud staccato burst off the wooden pew during a particularly boring sermon. The right hand of God that soon ripped me out of said pew let me know that it wasn’t okay.
  2. Airplanes– This should be self-explanatory – any shared enclosed space should be treated as a sacred fart-free zone.
  3. Restaurants– Food and Funk don’t mix.
  4. The office – Murphy’s law – you think you’re alone in your office until you break wind. As soon as you do, a staff party is called in your office. (I worked with that guy and yes, we knew. We fumed about it behind your back.)
  5. –  764.  FIGURE IT OUT.

It isn’t that hard. Basic guidelines of taste and decorum should be pretty clear. No matter how much you appreciate your own tootilage, 99.99% of the people in your life don’t want to smell you.

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(It must be noted that Cropdusting defies categorization. While an elevator is the ultimate closed-in space, done properly, cropdusting the next-guy-on wins you the fart game and the admiration of your peers.)

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Here is the final rule on the subject I would like to pass to my friend on flight 1749 and all of us men who would be boys:

When in doubt, don’t let it out!

 

 

Beyond This Door

“There is a door that leads to beauty and light wrapped in great mystery,” the prophet said as she stood in front of the yellow door. “Follow me. I can take you there.”

A small crowd gathered around the soothsayer, listening intently to her words.

“Beyond this door there is freedom,” she promised. “There are worlds yet unclaimed.”

“Have you been there?” a doubter from the crowd asked.

“Yes. I have seen what lies beyond and it is sweet. Together we can see this place. Together we can leave this mundane existence and experience a better life.”

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This may sound like the beginnings of a freakshow you’d see on Netflix or something you’d witness any night in Time’s Square, but it actually happened in my basement. As we built out the large room that holds my pool table and JB’s dance floor, I got a set of bi-fold doors for our storage room which allowed me to leave the opening five feet wide. Lately, this opening has been the source of family controversy.

I always know when JB has been down there because she leaves the fan on. A few weeks ago, I went downstairs and found the fan blade turning as well as one of the storage room doors open.

“JB, you left the storage room door open!” I hollered.

“I didn’t go in the storage room,” she replied.

Round and round the blame game went and as usually happens, no one emerged victorious. The blame game has no winners besides anger, spite, and sometimes bitterness.It’s really a game left to professionals – amateurs only wound leave marks.

A few days later my lovely wife left the door open and I chided the whole family for their negligence.

“The cats could get lost or hurt in there,” I reminded them. “The walls aren’t finished so they could get to the water heater or into my workshop and who knows what could happen!”

The next time we found it open I was the only potential culprit and innocent though I was, I heard a great deal of murmuring. Rightfully so…

The mystery grew until we postulated that our curious cat had figured out that she could put her paw under the bi-fold door and pull it open. I scoffed until one day I found her sitting contentedly on my workbench with sawdust stuck in her whiskers.

I held the doorknobs together with a rubber band, but the little criminal beat that one out too. She could pull it enough to get in, but the doors closed behind her and she couldn’t get out.

IMG_8450Now we have a child-lock on the doors. We often find her perched staring at the doors and more than a few times, her curious feline minions are watching. Sometimes we hear banging as she tries to bulldoze her way into the promised land, but she hasn’t figured out the system yet. The lock seems to be working, but after the past few weeks, I’m not betting against the prophet.