Open plan decreases the floor space and shoves colleagues together, within farting distance. A lone emission can no longer be slipped out in the comfort of your own space, it is quickly owned in the open space but seldom owned up to.
The art of ignoring is immediately apparent. Lips purse and eyes squint purposefully at the screen ahead, while cranial machinations try to determine where the emission may have been emitted from. A flick of the head gives the detective a sweep of the office -most faces are pursed in disgust, eyes fixed ahead but the eyes of the detective land on the one face with eyes darting around, accusingly. It is those eyes that allows an immediate match. Is it the look of fear? Or is it embarrassment that settles on the cheeks? Another clue.
Flatulence, whether corporate or early educational, is dealt by the secret dealer, dealing the card nobody wants to choose or own up to.
Farts have a certain flow, not particularly social, but they do posess flow. They float and waft around the office, their direction amiable with no particular travel plan. I would never own up to making such a social faux pas. Of course, it is a different story at home, but othat's another, and far more purile story.
Interestingly, I hadn't intended to write about egestive gasses, I had something else in mind, but where the mind wanders, the mouse might as well follow. Change the world? Probably best to change your undies first (didn' t your mum always tell you that?).
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