I had that feeling today. I was down in the dumps about it for a good hour because I really had to get one out of my system after eating what passed for a hamburger steak at the company cafeteria.
So there I was, stomach distended, shifting uncontrollably in my seat, and I realized I had to go pee. Which got me to thinking....maybe I'd be the only one in the bathroom and I could get in there and fart away without any repercussions.
So I walked down the hall to the bathroom humming that Dusty Springfield song Wishin' and Hopin' silently to myself.
I walked in and there was no one else.
So I unzipped and stood at the urinal and let one fucking rip. And it was a loud one, too.
Then I heard the toilet flush a couple of stalls down. I could've swore there was no one in there.
Some guy walked out, about my age, looked at me and said "Damn dude...." and walked towards the sink.
I said "Like you didn't cut one right when you walked in here..."
And he said "Yeah...you're right" then we shared a laugh while we both washed up.
My fart helped me make a new friend and that's the best kind of fart there is.