Of work and optimised shit.

Oh well… A fart post now.

This happened to me a few months ago.

We were called for a meeting at work, or a huddle as it is called, one day. As was the tradition then, I was in-charge of keeping the minutes of the meeting, no wait, huddle.

Anyways, I was furiously doodling on a piece of paper as my manager was discussing (well, calling it a discussion would be pushing it since he was the only one talking) things I don’t remember now.

I had had a potato-cheese sandwich and (very) cold buttermilk for brunchinner (breakfast/lunch/dinner for the uninitiated). Because I used to have just one meal a day, there was, well, this problem of gas. And the fact that I had potatoes did not help matters either.

Well, I’m sure you’d have guessed by now what happened during the meeting.

I let one rip.

The manager stopped talking, everyone there shifted in their seats uncomfortably. Oh well.. it did not end there.

I now realised I had to say something. An apology perhaps? Ooh, I could also add that I have a chronic problem, you know just an almost preemptive apology for all future farts in the office?

But no, I had to say something stupid. As usual.

I looked around and spoke. Very slowly.

“So, do you want me to add this onto the minutes of the meeting?”

Oh well…

Amen.