Attrition
I swear, the guy just farted. He was just walking. Next to everyone else he was walking with. And his girlfriend. Right there. Middle of the mall.
I grew up in a household where flatulence was comedic gold. That to say: I'm not terribly bashful about the whole thing. Whatever. People digest, or, attempt to digest relatively indigestible material, and that's what happens. The only bit about it that bothers me is disregard for others in doing so. Which most people, seeking to avoid their own embarrassment, try to avoid.
And this bothered me. For some reason. Maybe for the fact that I was walking behind the guy trying to get out of the mall. Moreso, this individual, who for some reason I'd now keyed in on, was completely ignoring his girlfriend, who was trying to convey something of importance.
And this further bothered me. Upon exiting the mall, the girl opened the door, somehow, despite the guy walking slightly ahead of her. And, somehow, the guy managed to slip in an affectionate and classy ass-pat.
I'm beginning to think that dating and matchmaking websites are winning a war of attrition against better judgment. Brilliant, and sinister.
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