For some reason in my college years I became lactose intolerant. I was visiting home one weekend and out shopping with my lil' sis, mom, and dad and we'd had some ice cream. I had a SBD building up and didn't want to release it around them, so walked behind a clothing rack and let it go. Quickly walked back to my family where upon my mom asked "What were you doing in the men's jeans section?" I whispered, "Well, you know, I had to fart." Just as I say it we look over and a man is walking to the jeans area. I kid you not, his face sickened, he gasped for air, and started flailing his hand around like he was shooing a fly away. Then he VERY quickly walks away and out of the department store. It was all we could do not to start cracking up... especially for me and my lil sis.