Fartiquette

The other night, Dr K had the farts, probably brought on by the horrible vegetarian diet that I've forced upon her over the last few weeks!

Her stinky emanations prompted a conversation around the etiquette of farting.

Dr K, for example, admits to farting in the office. That's something I never do, if only because if I do, everyone's eyes will melt and I will have to do all their work.

She then declared that I should claim responsibility for any farts that she might squeeze out in polite company. I would, she informed me, if I was a gentleman.

That may be so, I agreed, if it was a Lady that farted. But since Ladies never fart, the situation would never arise.