|OOo! You Wascaly Wabbit!|
Say you're just leaving La Chinchilla. You enjoyed your bean burrito, topped with guac, sour cream, and a healthy portion of beans of the Pinto Persuasion. You're now in the car, on your way to go see your favorite melodramatic Wagner opera with anti-Semitic overtones and a heavy dependence on leitmotifs. You get out of the car, and you're in your best outfit, walking towards the ticket counter with your wife/husband in tow when you feel like those pintos were really Mexican Jumping Beans, and they're now playing a melodramatic "La Cucaracha" in your belly with anti-intestinal overtones and a heavy dependence on methane.
You stand in line and wonder how close the bathroom is where polite people drop their beats, but you're running late, and need to get tickets, otherwise you'll have to break out your Galilean telescope just to see which overweight viking goddess is singing more atonally than the others.
So what should you do?
Let the cat out of the bag!
"Oh, why would you suggest something so impolite", you ask? "Did your mother raise you in a barn?"
|This would be a perfect time to "Git r done"|
Yes, thank you for asking, but I'm not sure of the connection between a good old fashioned barn-raising and blowing the big brown horn. I mean, Amish are some of the most honest and hard working people out there, and I'm almost POSITIVE they don't get down with the tootin' tuba.
If you're a dude, the chances of being pinned as the gas-passer in a crowd is almost nil. What will likely happen is most guys that are standing in line will be more worried about their wives hassling them about being obnoxious wind-bags than using their heightened sense of directional nose-smelling for figuring you as the deliverer of gaseous intestinal by-products. And your own wife? If you play it right, you can convince her that it was one of the other pigs that are standing in line (or on your own kid! <--reason # 396 to have a child).
If you're a lady, no one will EVER suspect it's you. Even your own husband, or children standing right next to you will likely first blame everyone else before first thinking that it could be their sweet, adorable, wife/mother. You could toot your own horn all night if you'd like with no fear of repercussion.
Unfortunately, this powerful tool of cognitive psychology can only be used sparingly. I've overused it, and now my wife essentially always knows that it's me when we're in a crowded area, and I choose the nuclear option. So learn from my mistakes!
Or, alternatively, you could just be a polite person and head for the facilities, but what's the fun in that? It's like trying out your new sports car - you want to see how much you can get away with before the cops stop you.