So today I was peacefully closing my eyes at work, sitting in my hiding spot, when out of nowhere, I was interrupted by a voice in the next stall. “I love your shoes!” I told the woman thanks, and tried to get on with my nap. But she would not give up. “Where did you get them?” “Your nail polish matches them so well!” “I don’t know who you are but you have great shoes.” And then, she let a big one rip! I couldn’t believe it. Yes, we were in a bathroom. But if you are drawing attention to yourself, you don’t fart like that! As we simultaneously emerged from our stalls, she acted as if her little “incident” had never occurred, and proceeded to talk about the shoes. Then she bluntly asked “Who are you?” I responded, but she rudely pipped in, “Well, I don’t know who you are but I love the shoes.” Well lady, I don’t know who you are, but if I did, I’d go tell everyone that you just farted!