The Horn of Gondor blows…

Why is it that whenever you think you’re by yourself and you break wind you automatically attract 1d6 people?

Over lunch I had to stop back by my dorm to pick up some paperwork I forgot, and while I was in my room I let loose the demons of a Wendy’s lunch. Precisely as the fumes of irradication hit, a friend of mine and his dad show up from down the hall. They were just moving in. So I made some really weak “Woof, the garbage chute reeks” comment, but unless the garbage chute smells like half-processed Wendy’s hamburgers, there’s a big No Go for that alibi.

Grrr…