so i'm at schlotsky's finishing up my lunch. all finished, i throw away my trash and get in line to get more iced tea. well, as i'm waiting a woman is taking forever to choose between the sweetened jar of tea and the unsweetened. i'm not patient by nature, but i don't want to be rude and cut in front of her. well, she makes her choice, and then moves over to the lemons. i get my tea and again wait for her. this woman is ridiculous, picking and choosing the lemon wedges to slip in her tea. she must have been standing there for up to minutes. ridiculous. so i farted. and not one of those nice fart - it was a silent, "i-drank-5-icehouse-tallboys-last-night" numbers that smelled like rotten eggs and moldy cheese blended together. as she caught her first whiff, i could see her nostils widen. when it hit with her with full force, she shot me a dirty look and moved away quickly. i win.