True story.
Many years ago we had vacationed in Palm Springs, California. I’m not sure what my last meal there was, but it reacted with my gut to produce astonishing quantities of the vilest gas. Now understand, I wasn’t poisoned, I didn’t have the squirts or anything, just this vile, foul gas. I’m old. I’ve had many memorable gas incidents. Nothing could compare with this. You could cut it with a knife, it would cling to things. It hung in the air like a living thing.
I was curled up on the couch watching TV, wrapped in my very young daughters Star Wars fleece blanket, and unthinking, I cut a good one. I forget about it, and go on about my business.
Much later daughter unknowingly climbs on couch and wraps herself in the blanket. She gives out a screech and levitates off the couch. She wails “Dad broke my Star Wars blanket!”
Nearly fifteen years later my family still bugs me about that.
