Friday, April 22, 2005
Tonight, I eat a large dinner and run over to get to seminar on time. In seminar, I'm extremely bored and start reading some skits for Suite 13 in order to memorize them. I'm completely in my own world, and forget that I'm even in seminar. So what happens? Just when there is a lull in the class's conversation, I accidentally let out an enormous FART. Predictably, most of the class looks in my direction. At first I laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but then I decide I need to do some damage control. Fortunately, I was sitting in a wooden desk on a slick floor. So immediately, I move the desk back and forth several times, making a loud squeaking noise. I think I planted the seeds of doubt in at least some of my classmates.