Bus Stop
I know my mr will be absolutely mortified that I've told this story but it seemed like a truly beautiful moment to me.
One morning we were standing at the bus stop near his house. There were five of us at the bus stop me, him and three old ladies who had been chatting
amongst themselves. After 5 minutes the chatting died down and everyone was stood in silence impatiently waiting for the bus (it was a bit late).
All was silent, no birds, no traffic noise and all sounds of nearby children playing had died down. If our surroundings had been more isolated I
might have been a little worried.
But then IT happened. IT started low, almost like a humming. IT began to grow louder for the mere seconds of its duration.

The wettest fart I've ever heard.
I looked over to my mr who was looking very red faced as I began shaking to hold back the giggles. I was not the only one
to have heard this. The old dears also noticed. But this was not the moment, oh no. For as the bus pulled over at
the stop one of the old dears turned to the other with an accusing glare. She got on the bus, stopping only for a second
to turn back and throw her a look of utter disgust.
I just couldn't contain myself.
(FootOfTim, Thu 5 Aug 2010, 22:11, Reply)