The day began like any other. Peaceful. Quiet. But for a little rumble in my tummy. A busy day of home Renovations to do. I get my list together and drive 15 minutes south. I’m pushing my little cart in home depot and feel a touch gassy. Nothing out of the ordinary. And nothing that a little “fart and cart” can’t fix. “Fart and cart” is my method where I openly fart in a Home Depot (as quietly as I can) but gently keep moving through the aisle so that no one can pinpoint where it came from. It’s inspired by crop dusting but must be performed in a busy home supplies store.
Well I knew I had made an irreversible mistake when I felt a hot baja blast hit the south wall of my Levis. This was more than just a fart. I stop in my tracks. The level of disappointment in myself is almost equal to the day I realized that no one knew or cared about what associate actuary meant no matter how many times I brought it up on dates. I’ve shit my pants in public many times before this. I’ve handled crises before. But this time was different. I felt older. Wiser. So I made a decision.
It’s time to stop running in fear. It’s time to stand up. I drove 15 minutes to get here and I wasn’t going to turn back like a coward. I’m going to finish shopping and then I’m going to clean up the mess. So that’s what I did. I smiled at people as I strolled by. I flirted with the girl at the self check out. The ultimate power move.
And as I drove home sitting in what felt like a cold plate of sphagetti, I knew something special had happened that day. I was entering a new chapter of my life. I was ready to slide on the adult diapers of my golden years without shame. Without fear.