Sat next to a bloke at works who has a problem with wind. He seems to have no shame whatsoever & as his rear end is pointing in my direction & the air con is blowing my way I seem to be the main benifiiciary of his silent gusts of fermented mung bean.
I'm not quite sure what to do on this one - I'm on the verge of blowing my top and standing up and telling him that I'm sick and fed up of his flatulence in front of the whole room because, quite frankly, it makes me feel f**king sick.
That would probably be a mistake as I've been down that road before: link
Surely there must be a more sensitive way of dealing with this?
I'm not quite sure what to do on this one - I'm on the verge of blowing my top and standing up and telling him that I'm sick and fed up of his flatulence in front of the whole room because, quite frankly, it makes me feel f**king sick.
That would probably be a mistake as I've been down that road before: link
Surely there must be a more sensitive way of dealing with this?
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