“There’s this elderly woman who takes her Mastiff to the park at the same time I take my Pyrenees, Guster. We’ve become friends, and I do enjoy her stories—especially the funny ones. What I do not enjoy, though, is her seemingly chronic flatulence. Should I say something?”
Obviously, you haven’t had children, dear. Whenever I giggle or sneeze, I pee a little, and a real laugh-riot will push air out of more places than just my nose and mouth. As long as the odor doesn’t make you gag, laugh it off, and let her break wind in peace.
Byrdie